Creeps and idiots cannot conceal themselves for long on a fishing trip.

Sure, it was your idea and your fly, but he caught the big fish. Remember, fairness is a human idea largely unknown in nature.

Creeps and idiots cannot conceal themselves for long on a fishing trip.

It's an odd fact of life that whichever side of the stream you're on, two-thirds of the best water is out of reach on the other side.

I necessarily fear change except that it's so seldom for the better. It's just that I can live with any number of things going straight to hell as long as these streams continue to hold up. If this amounts to living in a fool's paradise, don't waste your time trying to explain that to the fool.

Fly-fishing is solitary, contemplative, misanthropic, scientific in some hands, poetic in others, and laced with conflicting aesthetic considerations. It's not even clear if catching fish is actually the point.

Really, the only thing a psychiatrist can do that a good (fishing) guide can't is write prescriptions.