"Mark well the various
seasons of the year, How the succeeding
insect race appear, In their revolving moon one color reigns,
Which in the next the fickle trout disdains; Oft have I seen
a skilful angler try The various colors of the treach'rous
fly; When he with fruitless pain hath skimmed the brook,
And the coy fish rejects the skipping hook. He shakes the
boughs that on the margin grow, Which o'er the stream a weaving
forest throw; When if an insect fall (his certain guide)
He gently takes him from the whirling tide; Examines well
his form with curious eyes, His gaudy vest, his wings, his
horns, his size. Then round his hook the chosen fur he winds,
And on the back a speckled feather binds; So just the colors
shine through every part, That nature seems to live again
in art."
- John Gay,
in Rural Sports 1720
--
Jimmy D. Moore, "BIGTROUTMAN" I FISH BECAUSE I MUST!
More importantly, I fish because my Dad taught me!
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