Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.
If our father had had his way, nobody who did not know how to fish would be allowed to disgrace a fish by catching him.
He told us about Christ's disciples being fisherman, and we were left to assume...that all great fishermen on the Sea of Galilee were fly fisherman and that John, the favorite, was a dry-fly fisherman.
My father was very sure about certain matters pertaining to the universe. To him all good things-trout as well as eternal salvation-come by grace and grace comes by art and art does not come easy.
Poets talk about "spots of time", but it is really the fishermen who experience eternity compressed into a moment. No one can tell what a spot of time is until suddenly the whole world is a fish and the fish is gone.
One great thing about fly fishing is that after a while nothing exists of the world but thoughts about fly fishing
In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing.
Many of us would probably be better fishermen if we did not spend so much time watching and waiting for the world to become perfect
All good things come by grace, and grace comes by art, and art does not come easy.