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05-27-2002, 05:51 AM
Here is my favorite quote by Roderick Haig-Brown
"I still don't know why I fish or why other men fish, except that we like it and it makes us think and feel. But I do know that if it were not for the strong, quick life of rivers, for their sparkle in the sunshine, for the cold grayness of them under rain and the feel of them about my legs as I set my feet hard down on rocks or sand or gravel, I should fish less often. A rver is never quite silent; it can never, of its very nature, be quite still; it is never quite the same from one day to the next. It has its own life and its own beauty, and the creatures it nourishes are alive and beautiful also. Perhaps fishing is, for me, only an excuse to be near rivers. If so, I'm glad I thought of it."
From a very young age, I have been fascinated with moving water. I turn my head and look at rivers as I drive over them on bridges and watch and analyze the likely trout spots when I drive by those that are roadside. I try to read them like a good novel. What's the next surprise? What will the next page bring? Just around the bend is a 20-incher or the silhouette of an old-time fly fisher fading into the gunmetal dusk of evening. The rivers I fish are my fountain of youth.
"I still don't know why I fish or why other men fish, except that we like it and it makes us think and feel. But I do know that if it were not for the strong, quick life of rivers, for their sparkle in the sunshine, for the cold grayness of them under rain and the feel of them about my legs as I set my feet hard down on rocks or sand or gravel, I should fish less often. A rver is never quite silent; it can never, of its very nature, be quite still; it is never quite the same from one day to the next. It has its own life and its own beauty, and the creatures it nourishes are alive and beautiful also. Perhaps fishing is, for me, only an excuse to be near rivers. If so, I'm glad I thought of it."
From a very young age, I have been fascinated with moving water. I turn my head and look at rivers as I drive over them on bridges and watch and analyze the likely trout spots when I drive by those that are roadside. I try to read them like a good novel. What's the next surprise? What will the next page bring? Just around the bend is a 20-incher or the silhouette of an old-time fly fisher fading into the gunmetal dusk of evening. The rivers I fish are my fountain of youth.