Giving freaks a pass is the oldest tradition in Montana.

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.

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.

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

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

It don't do you no nevermind to tell nobody nothing.