Before exulatation had vanished, I felt as if I had been granted a marvellous privilege. Out of the inscrutable waters a beautiful fish had somehow leaped to show me fleetingly the life and spirit of his element.
A good rule of angling philosophy is not to interfere with any fishermans ways of being happy, unless you want to be hated.
There was never an angler who lived but that there was a fish capable of taking the conceit out of him.
Fishermen, no matter what supreme good fortune befalls them, cannot ever be absolutely satisfied. It is a fundamental weakness of intellect.
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.
Fishing is a condition of the mind wherein one cannot have a bad time.
If I fished only to capture fish, my fishing trips would have ended long ago.