I can write best in the silence and solitude of the night, when everyone has retired.
If I fished only to capture fish, my fishing trips would have ended long ago.
I see so much more than I used to see. The effect has been to depress and sadden and hurt me terribly.
Far away Tongariro! Green - white thundering Athabasca river of New Zealand! I vowed I would come again down across the Pacific to fish in the swift cold waters of this most beautiful and famous of trout streams. It is something to have striven. It is much to have kept your word.
Work is my salvation. It changes my moods.
A good rule of angling philosophy is not to interfere with any fishermans ways of being happy, unless you want to be hated.