Fishermen, no matter what supreme good fortune befalls them, cannot ever be absolutely satisfied. It is a fundamental weakness of intellect.
A good rule of angling philosophy is not to interfere with any fishermans ways of being happy, unless you want to be hated.
Realism is death to me. I cannot stand life as it is.
It was a decent New Year's, but it took a million officers to make it so.
Work is my salvation. It changes my moods.
There was never an angler who lived but that there was a fish capable of taking the conceit out of him.