I like young girls. Their stories are shorter.

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

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

Generally, we are united in the belief that all rod design has been progressive and that the ideas about fly rods in the past were so bad as to make it amazing that people were able to fish at all.

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

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