Discover the most popular and inspiring quotes and sayings on the topic of Longtail. Share them with your friends on social media platforms like Facebook, Twitter, or your personal blogs, and let the world be inspired by their powerful messages. Here are the Top 100 Longtail Quotes And Sayings by 92 Authors including Fred Bear,Sigurd F. Olson,Jim Harrison,A.o. Peart,Samuel Taylor Coleridge for you to enjoy and share.
The very remoteness kindles the imagination of the adventurous hunter. From the top of any mountain the challenge extends far and wide, until the mountains meet the sky.
As long as there are young men with the light of adventure in their eyes or a touch of wilderness in their souls, rapids will be run.
Short things are short all over and long things are long all over.
Two long lines of Shifters stretched over the field, standing unmoved. They expertly held composite bows at ready, various in origin and style.
Trochee trips from long to short; From long to long in solemn sort Slow Spondee stalks.
There are no short hitters on the tour anymore - just long and unbelievably long.
Someone got killed up here.... It was outside. A tall man. He had one leg longer'n the other. And a beard. He was probably a hunter."
"How'd you know all that?"
"I just trod on 'im.
I had a rat-tail when I was younger. I had this nice Bobby Brown fade, with a rat-tail that was long enough to wrap around my face. I used to chew on the end and bite it.
You know the rule. If you're long, you're never wrong.
The Longstockings are eight children's and young adult writers. We all came out of the New School MFA program, and we meet regularly to critique each other's work.
Avoid the traffic by using one of the park's shuttle buses and view the elk rut with a park ranger.
The deer that goes too often to the lick meets the hunter at last!
Good horses make short miles.
A short horse is soone currid.
The sort of fish that a good fisherman puts back into the water
That's the Wildcat I remember.
That's my long, scaly, reptilian tail. And it's bigger than anyone else's,
Yellowfang crouched among the thorns with Deerleap on one
(On Baron von Blixen
Six feet of amiable Swede and, to my knowledge, the toughest, most durable White Hunter ever to snicker at the fanfare of safari or to shoot a charging buffalo between the eyes while debating whether his sundown drink will be gin or whisky.
THE LONGEST RIDE is epic Sparks ... [It] showcases the author's most accomplished work to date ... There are moments of perfection. - Mountain Times (NC)
I'm just a hoofer with a spare set of tails.
Towering pines and hemlocks, was it? I thought, clambering over the burled knots of a fallen tree. The monstrous trunks rose so high that the lowest limbs started twenty feet above my head. Longfellow had no idea.
It's not much of a tail, but I'm sort of attached to it.
A longbow takes a massive draw for the arrow to go anywhere.
In the Ngong Forest I have also seen, on a narrow path through thick growth, in the middle of a very hot day, the Giant Forest Hog, a rare person to meet.
for you to drive off the bridge, but not long enough
You want to go back to my house the long way?" he asked.
"Or the shortcut? You have to be cold-"
"Long way," I replied. "The long way, for sure.
More and more, paddling the Yellowstone feels like that bedside visit, like we are attending to a friend in dire straits, a friend whom we have seen in the full bloom of health, but with whom, now, there is little to say and only our companionship to offer.
A long tongue is a signe of a short hand.
[A long tongue is a sign of a short hand.]
Peter Marshall: A western saddle has a curved horn on the front to hold something for the cowboy. What is it?
Why don't we all just get a long-neck?
Tigerclaw flicked his tail. How who were?
Wild rivers are earth's renegades, defying gravity, dancing to their own tunes, resisting the authority of humans, always chipping away, and eventually always winning.
It won't snow on us," I told my hiking companions, "because I lead a good and virtuous life." "We're dead," Dave Long said.
'Mustanging' was like trout fishing. It is always the big ones that get away. When you did get a bunch of them into a corral, you found they did not look half so large and handsome as when they were first sighted on the prairie.
The lightly-jumping, glowrin' trouts, That thro' my waters play ...
Well, ring-tailed rutabagas.
USED TROUT STREAM FOR SALE.
MUST BE SEEN TO BE APPRECIATED.
Deer Reeder: First may I say, sorry for any werds I spel <>rong>rongrong>. Because I am a fox! So don't rite or spel perfect.
We procured from an Indian a weasel perfectly white except the extremity of the tail which was black: great numbers of wild geese are passing to the south, but their flight is too high for us to procure any of them.
That's my long, scaly, reptillian tail. And it's bigger than anyone else's."
~Dragos
with neatly curved tusks either side of its long trunk, which was rested on the riverbank.
Cow - Tanith Low
Deep ridges crossed his forehead like terraces in a Thai hillside, tucks in a leather cushion, troughs across a bloodhound's jowls.
Who is it?" I asked teasingly
"Bigfoot," Dex answered from his room.
"What do you want, Mr Foot?"
"Please, just call me Big."
I snorted. "You wish."
"You know.
So, is that your long scaly reptilian tail, or are you just happy to see me?
In waking a tiger, use a long stick.
woollyheads and silvergrays, and am unable to understand
Solution: Winchester.
I'm long and I'm strong! To challenge me would be so wrong!
For bighorns, topography is memory, enhanced by acute vision. They can anticipate the land's every contour
when to leap, where to climb, when to turn, which footholds will support their muscular bodies. To survive, this is what the band would have to do: make this perfect match of flesh to earth.
I'm a big deal That's why I get more head than a pigtail
NOBODY KNOWS THE WEIRDNESS I'VE SEEN ON THE TRAIL OF THE BROWN BUFFALO
Buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing. An olla
They were all impatient for a kill. They wanted to fill their noses with the hot, acrid death that issued from a deer's carcass minutes after it drew its last breath, the smell that allowed them, as men, to tremble momentarily with the sensation of life, its heat and quiet.
The fabled musk deer searches the world over for the source of the scent which comes from itself.
When a deer bounded across the path, I cried, "Oh, look! Admit it, you paid to have that deer run in front of us. Come clean."
Sounding furious, he said, "I cued the deer ten minutes ago. What kind of outfit are they running?"
I burst out laughing, sinking back against him.
It's nice to see you. Aimee calls you Bigfoot, by the way."
"Bigfoot?"
"Yeah, you know, like a mythical creature that people say they've seen in the wild but no one knows for sure if it's real. That's you ...
Practically any Western has a homesteader in trouble, and a mysterious rider shows up off the range, solves the problem over two or three days, and then rides off into the sunset.
The best long range shotgun load to have in one's boat for mallards is a fine retriever.
A wounded deer leaps the highest
Reach deep into your wallet and buy a decent mule.
Proves to be a devastating hunter. Hyenas attack
What pretty bright trout there are in this bold rock creek! It would full be called a river in England, and so it is!
English dragoons
James caught and measured the size of hundreds of wild, foraging buff-tails in and around Southampton, and found that the average size and tongue length varied greatly depending on which flower he caught them on.
Like every other guide or wildlife lover who is eventually eaten or trampled, I felt that I had a bond with this herd that would make me safe with them. I wanted to try my luck again.
Life's too short to cavort with fork-tongued carnivores.
Short is my date, but deathless my renown.
I was wondering what kind of giant would come, but you're just some tail-coated Romeo.
They go the long way but we take the short cut Give me the blonde hair, long weave, short cut
On my first bowhunt on the property a few years back, I was on my own for twenty-two days and killed an amazing thirty-three head of big game. I'm surprised I even came home. I was in heaven.
If there be no place for wild bison in all of Montana, then surely we have crossed a line between the Last Best Place and the the Once Best Place.
I wear high heels for long legs.
A good horse makes short miles.
My long hair just can't cover up my redneck.
Mountains have long-lost kinfolk on the other side of the Atlantic. The bloodline that marks that kinship is a vein of a green mineral called serpentine ...
During my addled career as a trout fisherman I have gone on a lot of wild-goose chases, and I ruefully expect to go on a lot more before I hang up my waders
She's bucktoothed to an unfortunate degree.
I'm that same David Crockett, fresh from the backwoods, half-horse, half-alligator, a little touched with the snapping turtle; can wade the Mississippi, leap the Ohio, ride upon a streak of lightning, and slip without a scratch down a honey locust [tree].
The fish was a twelve-inch rainbow trout with a huge hump on its back. A hunchback trout.
Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting
For fear of little men.
Stretch the bow to the very full, and you will wish you had stopped in time.
The long neck that extended from his stiff collar.
stopped: a final swish in the tall grass
When its steamboat time
you steamboat
Who seeketh two strings to one bow, they may shoot strong, but never straight ...
Ye say they all have passed away, That noble race and brave; That their light canoes have vanished From off the crested wave; That mid the forests where they roamed There rings no hunter's shout; But their name is on your waters; Ye may not wash it out.
With flowing tail and flying mane,
Wide nostrils never stretched by pain,
Mouth bloodless to bit or rein,
And feet that iron never shod,
And flanks unscar'd by spur or rod,
A thousand horses - the wild - the free -
Like waves that follow o'er the sea,
Came thickly thundering on.
Narrow lanes climb both slopes and come together in a great ring of elm trees which encircles the flat summit. Any wind
even the slightest
draws from the height of the elms a rushing sound, multifoliate and powerful.
What in the name of Voldy's pasty-white rear end was that?
Which will you take, the high road or the low road?"
"Which one is longer?"
"They're both short.
A broad-backed ox can be driven straight on his road even by a small goad.
Sorry, pigtails, but subtlety isn't an option anymore.
In the argot of the cycle world the Harley is a "hog," and the outlaw bike is a "chopped hog.
The Xanthus or Scamander is not a mere dry channel and bed of a mountain torrent, but fed by the ever-flowing springs of fame ...
and I trust that I may be allowed to associate our muddy but much abused Concord River with the most famous in history.
A stellar, fully-realized collection of stories ... grounded, wonderfully, in the river valleys of western Maine. You come away not only understanding a place but the soul of its people.
I used to have hair so long, my nickname was Pocahontas.
The birth of spring is perhaps not the best time to cross a mountain range,' observed Longfoot under his breath. Bayaz looked sharply sideways. 'Some would say the best time to cross an obstacle is when one finds oneself on the wrong side of it! Or do you suggest we wait for summer?
Little bucktoothed alligator
ready to taste my bills.
Make something suffer.
Make something stick.