There was never an angler who lived but that there was a fish capable of taking the conceit out of him.
Zane GreyI am tired. My arm aches. My head boils. My feet are cold. But I am not aware of any weakness.
Zane GreyThere was never an angler who lived but that there was a fish capable of taking the conceit out of him.
Zane GreyI am tired. My arm aches. My head boils. My feet are cold. But I am not aware of any weakness.
Zane Grey