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

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

Early on I decided that fishing would be my way of looking at the world. First it taught me to look at rivers. Lately it has been teaching me how to look at people, myself included.

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

The occupational hazard of making a spectacle of yourself, over the long haul, is that at some point you buy a ticket too.

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

I may be the wrong person for my life.