The mountains paralleled the valley and the snowy peaks were extending with fall to the valley floor.

I'd be happy to have my biography be the stories of my dogs. To me, to live without dogs would mean accepting a form of blindness.

Young anglers love new rivers the way they love the rest of their lives. Time does not seem to be of the essence and somewhere in the system is what they are looking for.

By your late thirties the ground has begun to grow hard. It grows harder and harder until the day that it admits you.

I simply feel that the frontier of angling is no longer either ethical or geographical. The Bible tells us to watch and listen. Something like this suggests what fishing ought to be about: using the ceremony of our sport and passion to arouse greater reverberations within ourselves.

Angling is extremely time consuming. That's sort of the whole point.

Something had gone amiss with men, and the weak ones were dangerous.