We both liked children; we just didn't want any ourselves. There were children everywhere, and we saw no reason to start our own brand. Young couples plunge into parenthood and about half the time they end up with some ghastly problem on their hands. We thought we'd leave that to others.

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

I had just settled Grandma on her folding chair and popped open our box lunch when the corpse floated by.

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.

You can't say enough about fishing. Though the sport of kings, it's just what the deadbeat ordered.

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.

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