If our father had had his way, nobody who did not know how to fish would be allowed to disgrace a fish by catching him.
Slowly we became silent, and silence itself if an enemy to friendship.
I knew that, when needed, mountains would move for me.
In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing.
When exhausted and feeling sorry for yourself, at least change your socks.
The hardest thing usually to leave behind, as was the case now, can loosely be called the conscience.