Wednesday, May 20, 2009



We may say of angling as Dr. Boteler said of strawberries, " Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did "; and so, if I might be judge, God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling.—Izaak Walton.

The pleasantest angling is to see the fish cat with her golden oars the silver stream, and greedily devour the treacherous bait.—


Though no participator in the joys of more vehement sport, I have a pleasure that I cannot reconcile to my abstract notions of the tenderness due to dumb creatures, in the tranquil cruelty of angling. I can only palliate the wanton destructiveness of my amusement by trying to assure myself that my pleasure docs not spring from the success of the treachery I practise toward a poor little fish, but rather from that innocent revelry in the luxuriance of summer life which only anglers enjoy to the utmost.—

Buiwer Lytton.

Angling is somewhat like poetry; men are to be born so.—Izaak Walton.

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