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These poor rich men, we anglers pity them perfectly.
bucket on the deck behind him, bait sloshing. He
Growing up, I used to go to an inlet to lay out and try to meet all the surfer guys.
The long hour and a half walk-in to the secret pool , only to find four anglers filling it. Secret pools? The only secret about these pools is the name of the one person on the planet who does not know their location!
Skibbereen have a hard time at [math]; the best that the smartest of them can do with adding two plus two is guessing: three plus one. Correct, sort of, but not always useful.
Darkening sea full of stirred silt and clouds of minute
All that yohoho stuff's for landlubbers, or it would be if we ever used words like landlubber. Do you know the difference between port and starboard? I don't. I've never even drunk starboard.
Happy he whoe'er, content with the common lot, with safe breeze hugs the shore, and, fearing to trust his skiff to the wider sea, with unambitious oar keeps close to the land.
The man who has a girl in every port is not a sailor but a wholesaler.
The black hardrubber bathtub stopper at the Parker house.
Sturdy swimmers afloat on water-couch
Beneath the heavy bill their treasured pouch
Fishes pray for them to fly far away
Inland lakes toast to the Pelican's day
Poseidon's underpants! You can't be serious.
There was a trout.
Swimming in my Daddy's big nuts
at the sight of the sinking,
As I've said before, I never understand why people ski down a slope to a bar and then go on a lift so they can ski down the same slope again. That's like walking to the pub on a Sunday, then going home and walking to the pub again. Madness.
Or whipping its rough surface for a trout ...
... an expert fisherman knows exactly what flies to offer to what fish.
I skied on Astroturf and PVC pipe on the slope in my backyard.
I am a surfer, though quite a poor one.
They still talk about the night that Augie Pabst, a fresh-faced heir to the brewing fortune, drove a rented Falcon into the swimming pool of the Mark Thomas Inn in Monterey, California. His reviews were so good that he repeated the act at a Howard Johnson's outside Denver.
Brighton Fishing Museum: Admission Free'.
great-grandmother's
That day, they decided that Sneetches are Sneetches, and no kind of Sneetch is the BEST on the beaches. The Sneetches by Dr. Seuss
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
It's adult swim time and I'm diving in here at the shallow end.
In diving to the bottom of pleasure we bring up more gravel than pearls
We're playing strip billiards.
I do Skid Row every night.
Ripper in the front, ZZ in the back, Dirty in the mouth.
Pools of blood are not recreational even lifeguards drown when the undertow breaks bread with the underbelly demons disguised as sharks have not put enough thought into their costumes a wiseman stays ashore when pointed fins read like italian subtitles the end is near ( ... ) the beginning
Most places in the Midwest, you ski on piles of trash, like retired landfills.
I've only skied a couple of times in my life. Any skier would say I stink.
The Proustian aquarium: grotesque and gorgeous fish drifting with languid fins through a subaqueous medium of pale violet polluted ink.
Often there's a BA crew, because half the time we stay at the same hotels, especially in Australia. I can remember spending quite a lot of time with crews around the pool there. They always make themselves known to us.
Trollops are capital things in port, but will not do at sea.
There is no greater fan of fly fishing than the worm.
I don't mind snorkeling. I just wish the sharks would get out of the ocean and go sit on the sun loungers while I do it.
Teenage Fanclub dive impressively into the water headfirst, like a synchronised five-man Olympic swimming team. Joe McAlinden
As each person's sandal hits the pier, a sociolinguistic transformation from cruiser to tourist is effected.
Beware of privilege. It stinks of rotten rotten fish heads, many of which were lapping the shore beneath the jetties.
These lines are hooks, I'm fishing unknown seas.
Perseus, St. George, Hercules, Jonah, and Vishnoo! there's a member-roll for you! What club but the whaleman's can head off like that?
Bahia Mar marina, Fort Lauderdale.
We must always skim over pleasures. They are like marshy lands that we must travel nimbly, hardly daring to put down our feet.
Be careful. The conditions are treacherous with mud-sucking tentacles pulling shoes and socks into the murky bottom while smearing grime on those who passed by.
I'm fond of anything that comes from the sea, and that includes sailors.
[A]ngling or float fishing I can only compare to a stick and a string, with a worm at one end and a fool at the other.
Teflon Panty Club
A trout fisherman is something that defieth understanding.
The deep-laden boats pull in against the coast where the canneries dip their tails into the bay. The figure is advisedly chosen, for if the canneries dipped their mouths into the bay the canned sardines which emerge from the other end would be metaphorically, at least, even more horrifying.
Your veins are my worms. Want to go fishing?
My longtime friend Steven Steinbock, who has worked with me for more than thirty years, is a master at panfrying fish and seafood.
Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray.
The Caddo Bayou Marina.
The sea is not a bargain basement.
There are two distinct visits to tackle-shops, the visit to buy tackle and the visit which may be described as Platonic when, being for some reason unable to fish, we look for an excuse to go in, and waste the tackle dealer's time.
Commercial fishermen are the greediest, stupidest people on earth.
The ski club was a frugal and intergenerational group. It gave dime-store trophies for speed and agility within categories of gender, age, and experience, and so eventually everyone got a trophy.
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.
I'm a hustler, baby; I sell water to a well!
There's nothing like fishing to pass the time and to incline toward a sort of magnificent stupidity in which nothing matters but tackle, bait, sunlight and the strike.
Knees, but they evaporated as the boat picked
Wherever the trout are, it's beautiful.
In all lands, sailors form a race apart. They profess a congenital contempt for landlubbers. As for the tradesman, he understands nothing of sailors nor cares a fig about them. He is content to rob them if he can.
the Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;
The Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;
sand-bar, sorrowful
When the tide goes out, you get to see who's swimming naked. PIMCO has had its bathing suit on for a long time
Night fishing accentuates the atmosphere of a lake. It is as if, once darkness falls, the character of the pool announces, "I am here.
All these exquisitely schooled, sophisticated people, each and every one of whom feels special, are presented with two mainly horrible ways to earn a living: trawler fishing and aluminum smelting.
Marc if you want me to go to the bottom of the pool, I'll go there.
Sharks are workers like the critics remoras.
wankers snorting
The dirty little secret is that the pool man, who's making $30,000 a year, is subsidizing the million-dollar mortgage for the family whose pool he cleans. No wonder people want to get rid of tax breaks for corporate jets.
I would love to be a grinder on some race yacht.
On Sunday, something washed up on shore.
Skiffle was blues featuring a washboard and acoustic instruments. It encompassed blues, with elements of folk, jazz, and, at times, American country-and-western music.
I've swum for my country, I've swum for my coaches and my schools and my teams. I decided this time I was going to swim for myself.
Dylan Quinn's knickers,
The fish is swift, small-needing, vague yet clear, A cold, sweet, silver life, wrapped in round waves ...
Stella turned to us. "One of us is going to have to swim it. Any volunteers?"
Jamie shook his head. "Not it. Sharks, first of all, and second of all, sharks"
- The Retribution of Mara Dyer
I remember the good evenings I have fished, even the ones that realised material hopes not by the fish that came to the fly, but by the colour and movement of the water and sky, by the sounds and scents and gentle stirrings that were all about me.
Some of the smugglers' vessels are former pleasure yachts, hijacked - and never renamed - out of some overdeveloped sense of irony or possibly...sheer laziness. You can never tell with pirates.
Belly strippers! The use of this device is one of the most highly prized - and highly priced - secrets of fast-money winners.
Out of the kitchen, and into the surf.
The pool was but a stone's throw from the house, and I arrived there in a few minutes, only to find a boy disturbing the water by dredging it with a worm. Him I lured away with a cake of chocolate ... Every day I see the head of the largest trout I ever hooked, but did not land.
Sometimes people in search of a better fishing hole can't see the body of water in front of them.
Carolyn Heilbrun's
Give me mine angle, we'll to th' river: there, My music playing far off, I will betray Tawny-finned fishes. My bended hook shall pierce Their slimy jaws; and as I draw them up, I'll think them every one an Antony, And say, 'Ah, ha! are caught!'
Every abyss is navigable by little paper boats.
My best fishing-memory is about some fish that I never caught.
I have laid aside business, and gone a'fishing.
Of all divers, thou hast dived the deepest.
(Priests) cheapjack merchants selling paradise
And angling too, that solitary vice, What Izaak Walton sings or says: The quaint, old, cruel coxcomb, in his gullet Should have a hook, and a small trout to pull it.
It is the goings-on between bites that excites the traditional angler as much as when the float goes under.
All is fish that comth to net.
Just because the pool's got a diving board, doesn't mean it's got a deep end.
Swells, Marina? we ocean, depths, Marina? we sky!