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We camped for the night in a hollow near a good-sized creek - one big enough for trout. Jamie and Ian waded into this with enthusiasm, harrying the finny denizens with whippy rods cut from black willow.
Trouthe is the hyest thyng that man may kepe.
Lake quiets, tired of my lies.
[Slipped beneath the minnow Pea front door]
Nollopton
Monty No-way 6
Insane woman named Ella:
Retreat is what we want. Go away. Let we alone.
Anonymess
The trick of wearing mink is to look as though you were wearing a cloth coat. The trick of wearing a cloth coat is to look as though you are wearing mink.
I'm tiny. I'm small.
The confirmed man of trout should resolve to get along with wood ticks. Any other procedure would fail because the wood tick is determined to get along with trout fishermen.
You gotta get up early in the morning to catch a fox and stay up late at night to get a mink.
Gilly Gilleshpee
USED TROUT STREAM FOR SALE.
MUST BE SEEN TO BE APPRECIATED.
A little roving, solitary thing.
Empty the pond to get the fish.
Excuse me, I said. I thought you were a trout stream.
I'm not, she said.
Riverman, Riverman, blood to ice.
We have sat on the river bank and caught catfish with pin hooks. The time has come to harpoon a whale.
You weaselly short-dicked elk-fucker.
What are more delightful than one's emotions when approaching a trout stream for the initial cast?
Come up fish. Come to Quint.
The wild swan hurries hight and noises loud
With white neck peering to the evening clowd.
The weary rooks to distant woods are gone.
With lengths of tail the magpie winnows on
To neighbouring tree, and leaves the distant crow
While small birds nestle in the edge below.
Fewmets is my new swear word. I'm tired of all the old ones.
Cow - Tanith Low
My name is Slither.
And the poorest twig on the elm-tree was ridged inch deep with pearl.
I like fish," chirruped Tunstell.
"Really, Mr. Tunstell? What is your preferred breed?"
"Well"
Tunstell hesitated
"you know, the um, ones that"
he made a swooping motion with both hands
"uh, swim.
Feathers needed, swan preferred.
We're bugs struggling in the river, brightly visible to the trout below.
Sheeps' Head Stew Oxtail
Use the smallest word that does the job.
For the bored souls, sometimes sea is the best answer!
One so small Who knowing nothing knows but to obey.
I told a lie the other day. I said that I'd caught a 'bunch' of trout. What I should have said is that I caught a little trout that I named Bunch. There, I?ve confessed and now I feel much better.
Trees don't sneak on you.
-Brook Where Small Fish Swim
Bugrit! Millennium Hand and Shrimp
Fish fiddle de-dee!
In my tadpole stage I was delivered to Metron Ariston and transmogrified, and here am I. My name is Sporos, by the way, and I do not like your thinking names like mouse-creature and shrimp-thing at me.
In the days of the frost seek an minor sun.
What is a tiny insignificant seed that, when Spring arrives, It should not be annihilated for a tree to arrive.
That was where our fishing began
Successful trout fishing isn't a matter of brute force or even persistence, but something more like infiltration.
Up the well known creek
Researchers found a frog in new guinea that is so tiny, they believe it's the smallest vertebrate on the planet. It has the tiniest backbone of any living creature, except members of Congress.
There are very few fishermen left today.
boron - boro
The mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceedingly small.
Tightly held by rocks
Through winter, the ice today
Begins to come undone:
A way-seeker also is the water,
Melting, murmuring from the moss.
Nix, you beautiful bitch.
I'm not a big-game hunter. I've made that very clear. I've always been a rodent and rabbit hunter. Small varmints, if you will.
Our little infinity.-- John Green
A sly old fish, too cunning for the hook.
[Footnote:] The Dotterel weighs only four ounces. It has long been a scientific riddle how so much wrong-headedness can manage to exist in so small a space. Still, there's the Least Gnatcatcher.
Ware the cold, human. Ware the ice that grips. The frost that silences.
Enjoy thy stream, O harmless fish; And when an angler for his dish, Through gluttony's vile sin, Attempts, the wretch, to pull thee out, God give thee strength, O gentle trout, To pull the rascal in!
Quiet lives in the woods and the river.
A chemical weevil," said Jesper, "But Wylan still hasn't named it. My vote is for the Wyvil."
"That's terrible," said Wylan.
"It's brilliant," Jesper winked. "Just like you.
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.
Amy called the whale punkin.
hefted the pickaxe and attacked the three-inch-thick layer of gray-white ice. Frozen chips and droplets of water speckled his face as he swung the chopping tool. He pushed and scooted the bigger chunks to the edge of the trough with the pickaxe, then gritted his
RATTLESNAKE, n. Our prostrate brother, "Homo ventrambulans".
Yet compared with the serious things of life, fishing is after all rather trivial. The thoughtful angler must frankly confess this.
Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.
The mini-Moog was conceived originally as a session musician's axe, something a guy could carry to the studio, do a gig and walk out.
A rock was sticking out of the water, jagged and pointed, covered with moss
a remnant of the Ice Age. It had withstood the rains, the snows, the frost, the heat. It was afraid of no one. It did not need redemption, it had already been redeemed.
Lake Winnipesaukee, he
Scrawny little mundane bastard.
Wal-Mart is going in and slaughtering [small towns] just as we once killed the buffalo.
No wise fish would go anywhere without a porpoise.
Three cuttle-fish sable, and a commentator rampant.
A trout fisherman is something that defieth understanding.
This couldn't be just a lake. No real water was ever blue like that. A light breeze stirred the pin-cherry tree beside the window, ruffled the feathers of a fat sea gull promenading on the pink rocks below. The breeze was full of evergreen spice.
Overestimate the small.
Stupid little fish
Punt returns will kill you quicker than a minnow can swim a dipper.
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
It must have been a snapper
I told him I was sick unto death of miniwomen, miniclothes, miniloves, minideaths and my own damned minilife. I wanted empty cays, gaudy reefs, hot sun, swift fish, and maybe some talk when it was time for talking.
The truth is that trout fishermen scheme and lie and toss in their sleep. They dream of great dripping trout, shapely and elusive as mermaids, and arise cranky and haggard from their fantasies. They are moody and neglectful and all of them a little daft. Moreover they are inclined to drink too much.
And then the wren gan scippen and to daunce.
Swim out of your little pond.
Young anglers love new rivers the way they love the rest of their lives. Time does not seem to be of the essence and somewhere in the system is what they are looking for.
For ocean, whale is a small fish; for wise man, small fish is an ocean! Sun, hides in the candle!
Deer Reeder: First may I say, sorry for any werds I spel rong. Because I am a fox! So don't rite or spel perfect.
The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
It was one January morning, very early - a pinching, frosty morning - the cove all grey with hoar-frost, the ripple lapping softly on the stones, the sun still low and only touching the hilltops and shining far to seaward.
I am Calumny Spinks.
Between me and the satin blue sky hangs the hempen noose.
It has swung there in the faintest of breezes, waiting for me, all my life.
The pale water which goes away along paths of silence.
The only thing that ever leaves this place is that muddy water in the Rappahannock.
(Hadrian Blackwater while poisoned) Gill the fish ... rest is best ... time is now ... it feels so good to ...
In the bitter cold weather Pa could not be sure of finding any wild game to shoot for meat. The
Still fisheth he that catcheth one.
Meerlust Rubicon from South Africa, a suitably wintry red.
Waste cilake," Sioux for "I love you,
Park hill staten island seal, rock the reel to reel we high hills deep
This morning from a halibut.
Snow begins to fall, this boneless water turned mighty.
Until you have courted the bluebills in the snow, you have not tasted of the purer delights of waterfowling
It's nice, when fishing, to catch a fish. But it doesn't really matter if you don't. What you always catch is a quiet time sitting at the water's edge, or in a gently rocking boat, a silent time of water and sky and the movement of natural things.
It is freezing fit to split a stone.
Seagulls ... slim yachts of the element.
Keep your small shy away from the dent you make.
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe, -
Sailed on a river of crystal light
Into a sea of dew.