"I still don't know why I fish or why other men fish, except that we like it and it makes us think and feel. But I do know that if I were not for the strong, quick life of rivers, for their sparkle in the sunshine, for the cold grayness of them under rain and the feel of them about my legs as I set my feet hard down on the rocks or sand or gravel, I should fish less often. A river is never quite the same from one day to the next. It has its own life and its own beauty, and the creatures it nourishes are alive and beautiful also. Perhaps fishing is, for me, only an excuse to be near rivers."
Roderick Haig-Brown, A River Never Sleeps, 1946
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