In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing. We
lived at the junction of great trout rivers in western Montana, and our father
was a Presbyterian minister and a fly fisherman who tied his own flies and
taught others. He told us about Christ's diciples being fishermen, and were
left to assume, as my brother and I did, that all first-class fisherman on
the Sea of Galilee were dry fishermen and that John, the favorite, was a
dry-fly fisherman.
-- "A River Runs Through It", by Norman Maclean, page 1
lived at the junction of great trout rivers in western Montana, and our father
was a Presbyterian minister and a fly fisherman who tied his own flies and
taught others. He told us about Christ's diciples being fishermen, and were
left to assume, as my brother and I did, that all first-class fisherman on
the Sea of Galilee were dry fishermen and that John, the favorite, was a
dry-fly fisherman.
-- "A River Runs Through It", by Norman Maclean, page 1
Related:
- Of course, now I am too old to be much of a fisherman,
and now of course I usually fish the big waters alone... - At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear.
It is those we live with and love and should know who elude
us.
You can love completely without complete understanding... - Once upon a time, there was a fisherman who lived by a great river.
One day, after a hard day's fishing, he hooked what... - Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.
The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs... - If we were meant to fly,
we wouldn't keep losing our luggage... - If we were meant to fly,
we wouldn't keep losing our luggage... - If we were meant to fly,
we wouldn't keep losing our luggage... - A large spider in an old house built a beautiful web in which to catch flies.
Every time a fly landed on the web and was entangled... - Help, he said, is giving part of yourself to somebody who
comes to accept it willingly and needs it badly.
Norman Maclean _A River Runs Through...
