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.

Generally, we are united in the belief that all rod design has been progressive and that the ideas about fly rods in the past were so bad as to make it amazing that people were able to fish at all.

It's funny, but... you're sort of a moving target for fortune, and you never know when it will befall you.

We have reached the time in the life of the planet, and humanity's demand upon it, when every fisherman will have to be a river-keeper, a steward of marine shallows, a watchman on the high seas. We are beyond having to put back what we have taken out. We must put back more than we take out.

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

The trouble is, you can't properly present something you don't believe in.

I may be the wrong person for my life.