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.

Something had gone amiss with men, and the weak ones were dangerous.

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

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

Giving freaks a pass is the oldest tradition in Montana.

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.