November

” I fish because I love to: because I love the environs where trout are found, which are invariably beautiful, and hate the environs where crowds of people are found, which are invariably ugly: because of all the television commercials, cocktail parties, and assorted social posturing I thus escape: because, in a world where most men seem to spend their lives doing things they hate, my fishing is at once an endless source of delight and an act of rebellion: because trout do not lie or cheat and cannot be bought or bribed or impressed by power, but respond only to quietude and humility and endless patience: because I suspect that men are going along this way for the last time, and I for one don’t want to waste the trip: because mercifully there are no telephones on trout waters: because only in the woods can I find solitude without loneliness: because bourbon out of an old tin cup always tastes better out there: because maybe one day I will catch a mermaid; and, finally not because I regard fishing as being so terribly important but because I suspect that so many of the other concerns of men are equally unimportant-and not nearly so much fun. ”

Robert Traver, 1964

Amen.

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