"The true fly-fisher, who practises his art con amove, does not 

 delight in big catches, nor revel in undue and cruel slaughter. 

 He is ever satisfied with a moderate creel, and is content with the 

 scientific and skilful capture of a few good fish. The beauties of 

 nature, as revealed in his surroundings — the sparkling water, the 

 shadow and sunshine, the rustling leaves, the song of birds and 

 hum of insects, the health-giving breeze — make up to him a 

 measure of true enjoyment, and peace, and thankfulness, that is 

 totally unknown to the slaughterer of the innocents, whose sole 

 ambition is to fill his creel and record his captures by the score." 

 — James A. Henshall, M.D. 



"In the fly book the sportsman collects his treasures — the 

 fairy imitations of the tiny nymphs of the water side— and it is 

 the source of much delight in inspecting, replenishing and ar- 

 ranging during the season that the trout are safe from honorable 

 pursuit." — R. B. Boosevelt. 



" There have been caught in Walden, pickerel, one weighing 

 seven pounds, to say nothing of another which carried off a reel 

 with great velocity, which the fisherman safely set down at eight 

 pounds, because he did not see him. I am thus particular, be- 

 cause the weight of a fish is commonly its only title to fame." — 

 Henry D. Thoreau. 



"Wet days in camp try 'grit.' ' Clear grit ' brightens more 

 crystalline the more it is rained upon ; sham grit dissolves into 

 mud and water." — Theodore Winthrop. 



