mtnman
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There's a fine line between fishing and standing on the shore like an idiot.
Many go fishing all their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after.
There he stands, draped in more equipment than a telephone lineman, trying to outwit an organism with a brain no bigger than a breadcrumb, and getting licked in the process.
Scholars have long known that fishing eventually turns men into philosophers. Unfortunately, it is almost impossible to buy decent tackle on a philosopher's salary.
There is certainly something in angling that tends to produce a serenity of mind.
Fishing is the chance to wash one's soul with pure air. It brings meekness and inspiration, reduces our egoism, soothes our troubles and shames our wickedness. It is discipline in the equality of men--for all men are equal before fish.
A trout is a moment of beauty known only to those who seek it.
Three-fourths of the Earth's surface is water, and one-fourth is land. It is quite clear that the good Lord intended us to spend triple the amount of time fishing as taking care of the lawn.
For the supreme test of a fisherman is not how many fish he has caught, not even how he has caught them, but what he has caught when he has caught no fish.
Nothing grows faster than a fish from when it bites until it gets away.
Only an extraordinary person would purposely risk being outsmarted by a creature often less than twelve inches long, over and over again.
"Life is like a tackle box. Just when you think you have everything you could possibly need in your arsenal of lures, baits, and other assorted odds and ends, you find yourself in a situation where you have to run out and get something else. So it is with life. Just when you think you've seen it all, done it all, and heard it all, something new happens. And when it does, you store it away in the appropriate compartment, where it may or may not be used again."
Many go fishing all their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after.
There he stands, draped in more equipment than a telephone lineman, trying to outwit an organism with a brain no bigger than a breadcrumb, and getting licked in the process.
Scholars have long known that fishing eventually turns men into philosophers. Unfortunately, it is almost impossible to buy decent tackle on a philosopher's salary.
There is certainly something in angling that tends to produce a serenity of mind.
Fishing is the chance to wash one's soul with pure air. It brings meekness and inspiration, reduces our egoism, soothes our troubles and shames our wickedness. It is discipline in the equality of men--for all men are equal before fish.
A trout is a moment of beauty known only to those who seek it.
Three-fourths of the Earth's surface is water, and one-fourth is land. It is quite clear that the good Lord intended us to spend triple the amount of time fishing as taking care of the lawn.
For the supreme test of a fisherman is not how many fish he has caught, not even how he has caught them, but what he has caught when he has caught no fish.
Nothing grows faster than a fish from when it bites until it gets away.
Only an extraordinary person would purposely risk being outsmarted by a creature often less than twelve inches long, over and over again.
"Life is like a tackle box. Just when you think you have everything you could possibly need in your arsenal of lures, baits, and other assorted odds and ends, you find yourself in a situation where you have to run out and get something else. So it is with life. Just when you think you've seen it all, done it all, and heard it all, something new happens. And when it does, you store it away in the appropriate compartment, where it may or may not be used again."
