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Fishing Books , Lit By Emotion Recollected In Tranquility, Are Like Poetry. .. . We Do Not Think Of Them As Books But As Men. They Are Our Companions And Not Only Riverside. Summer And Winter They Are With Us And What A Pleasant Company They Are.

The Desire To Build A House Is The Tired Wish Of A Man Content Thenceforward With A Single Anchorage. The Desire To Build A Boat Is The Desire Of Youth, Unwilling Yet To Accept The Idea Of A Final Resting Place.

For At Least The Last 275 Years The Honesty Of Fishermen Has Been Somewhat Questionable. It Should Be Noted That Izaak Walton Whose Book Published In 1653 Spoke Not Of Anglers And , But Anglers Or Very Honest Men .

Fishing Is Not Like Billiards, In Which It Is Possible To Attain A Disgusting Perfection.

I Fished A Little While Ago With A Man, Not In His First Youth, Who Had Wasted The Flower Of His Life On Business And Golf And Gardening And Motoring And Marriage, And Had In This Way Postponed His Initiation (to Fly Fishing) Far Too Long.