During my addled career as a trout fisherman I have gone on a lot of wild-goose chases, and I ruefully expect to go on a lot more before I hang up my waders

Fly-fishing for wild trout on quiet waters must be one of the toughest and craziest ways to catch fish ever invented by man, as well as among the most frustrating and humiliating.

The truth is that trout fishermen scheme and lie and toss in their sleep. They dream of great dripping trout, shapely and elusive as mermaids, and arise cranky and haggard from their fantasies. They are moody and neglectful and all of them a little daft. Moreover they are inclined to drink too much.

One of the first rules in fishing is that there are few rules in fishing that resourceful trout do not manage to break.

To paraphrase a deceased patriot, I regret that I have only one life to give to my fly-fishing.

There is a lot of amiable fantasy written about trout fishing, but the truth is that few men know much if anything about the habits of trout and little more about the manner of taking them.

A writer judging his own work is like deceived husband - he is frequently the last person to appreciate the true state of affairs.

Most fisherman, including this one, cling to their pet stupidities as they would to a battered briar or an old jacket and their dogged persistence in wrong methods and general wrong-headedness finally wins the a sort of grudging admiration, if not many fish.

Fishing is such great fun, I have often felt, that it really ought to be done in bed

I look at trees, hunt mushrooms, and watch animals. Fishing is what gets me out into the woods so I can notice these things.

Most fishermen swiftly learn that it's a pretty good rule never to show a favorite spot to any fisherman you wouldn't trust with your wife.

The best time to go fishing is when you can get away.

Spinning yarns is a protection against the nuttiness... the greed, the hate all around us.

There is no subsititue for fishing sense, and if a man doesn't have it, verily, he may cast like an angel and still use his creel largely to transport sandwiches and beer