I Need This Wild Life, This Freedom.

A Good Rule Of Angling Philosophy Is Not To Interfere With Any Fishermans Ways Of Being Happy, Unless You Want To Be Hated.

I Did Not Have One Bad Spell During Writing - An Unprecedented Record.

If I Fished Only To Capture Fish, My Fishing Trips Would Have Ended Long Ago.

Love Grows More Tremendously Full, Swift, Poignant, As The Years Multiply.

I Am Tired. My Arm Aches. My Head Boils. My Feet Are Cold. But I Am Not Aware Of Any Weakness.