There are always new places to go fishing. For any fisherman, there's always a new place, always a new horizon.
It has always been my private conviction that any man who pits his intelligence against a fish and loses has it coming.
All fishermen are liars; it's an occupational disease with them like housemaid's knee or editor's ulcers.
The only reason I ever played golf in the first place was so I could afford to hunt and fish.
When all the routine bites the dust, and life's a school of war, the trout is just a coloured way of saying 'Have a cigar.'
I'm not against extracting a modest living from nature. But there's nothing modest about industrial fishing.
The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope.
Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.
Fishing is much more than fish. It is the great occasion when we may return to the fine simplicity of our forefathers.
Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after.