Fishing should be a ceremony that reaffirms our place in the natural world and helps us resist further estrangement from our origins.

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

Literature is the ditch I'm going to die in. It's still the thing I care most about.

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.

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.

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

Giving freaks a pass is the oldest tradition in Montana.