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    Monday, December 17, 2007, 12:14 PM CST [General]

     

     Welcome, I've been fly fishing for 20 some years. I got hooked on it when I was in New England fishing the Housatonic an Farmington rivers. I'm looking to make some friends and do some fishin'.  

     

    "Testament of a fisherman I fish because I love to; because I love the environs wher trout are found, which are invariably beautiful, and hate the environs where crowds of people are found, which are invariaby ugly; because of all the television commercials, coctail 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 small rebellion; because trout do not lie or cheat and cannot be bought or bribed or impressed by power, but respondto quietude and humility and endless patience; because I suspect that men are going along this way for the last time, anf I don't want to wast the trip; because mercufully 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 impotant 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 (judge John Voelker, 1903-1993)

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    Sunday, December 16, 2007, 01:12 PM CST [General]

    "The fisherman has a harmless, preoccuoied look: he is a kind of Vagrant, that nothing fears. He blends himself with the trees and the shadows. All his approches are gentle and indirect. He times himself to the meandering, soliloquizing stream: he addresses himself yo it as a lover to his mistress: he woos it and stays with it till he knows its hidden secrets. Where it deepens his purpose deepens: where it is shallow he is indifferent. He knows how to interpret its every glance and dimple: its beauty haunts him for days." - John Burroughs, 1886

     

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