I hope I have found myself, my work, my happiness - under the light of the western skies.

A good rule of angling philosophy is not to interfere with any fishermans ways of being happy, unless you want to be hated.

Today I began the novel that I determined to be great.

Never insult seven men when all your packing is a six-shooter.

Writing was like digging coal. I sweat blood. The spell is on me.

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.

I will see this game of life out to its bitter end