"I looked at an old photograph recently. A man faces away from the camera, holding a fly rod. A popping bug dapples the surface of the lake in front of him. The man is so intent, but so completely relaxed that you know here is a person at peace with his world. There is nothing in it but him and the lake and the evening and the ripple of the lure on the still water. He is my father and I miss him."
in the "Wit & Wisdom of Fishing" Rick
