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

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.

I like young girls. Their stories are shorter.

Giving freaks a pass is the oldest tradition in Montana.

An undisturbed river is as perfect as we will ever know, every refractive slide of cold water a glimpse of eternity.

To me, no painter has ever quite understood the light, the distances, the aboriginal ghostliness of the American West as well as Maynard Dixon. The great mood of his work is solitude, the effect of land and space on people. While his work stands perfectly well on its claims to beauty, it offers a spiritual view of the West indispensable to anyone who would understand it.