Our tradition is that of the first man who sneaked away to the creek when the tribe did not really need fish.

Anglers...exaggerate grossly and make gentle and inoffensive creatures sound like wounded buffalo and man-eating tigers.

I have fished through fishless days that I remember happily without regret.

A man should think when he fishing of all manner and shape of things, flowing as easily through the mind as the light stream among the rocks

Wherever we go in the world we find other men speaking the same language, planning the same plans, dreaming the same dreams. And one of the big four - brownie, or brookie, cutthroat or rainbow - is the cause of it all

A river is water is its loveliest form; rivers have life and sound and movement and infinity of variation, rivers are veins of the earth through which the lifeblood returns to the heart

I still don't know why I fish or why other men fish, except that we like it and it makes us think and feel.