Flaxfield died on a Friday which was a shame, because he always ate a trout for dinner on Friday, and it was his favourite.

~ Toby Forward

Toby Forward Death Fish Trout Untimely

Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.

~ Cormac Mccarthy

Cormac Mccarthy Allegory Brooks Creation Destruction Earth Environment Fish Glens Loss Man Maps Mystery Nature Parable Past Trout Wonder World

The trout is still with me, as are my memories. The future is somewhere between these two forces, but it lives in mystery. The river records to trail behind or before me, and covers everything as it flows. This mountain and this river are old, yet as I wade alone, they both appear young and new to me.

~ Daniel J. Rice

Daniel J. Rice Awake In The World Fishing Future Memories Mountains Mystery Nature Trout