So you’ve found yourself that perfect fishing spot… nobody around, the sun is shining and life is good! Unfortunately the fish aren’t biting and your dreams of fresh smoked trout for lunch look out of the question :( Then you remember that packet of Canterbury Biltong in your tackle box!
To go fishing is the chance to wash one’s soul with pure air, with the rush of the brook, or with the shimmer of sun on blue water. It brings meekness and inspiration from the decency of nature, charity toward tackle-makers, patience toward fish, a mockery of profits and egos, a quieting of hate, a rejoicing that you do not have to decide a darned thing until next week. And it is discipline in the equality of men – for all men are equal before fish.
A guy rings his boss and says “I can’t come to work today”. The boss asks why and the guy says “it’s my eyes”. “What’s wrong with your eyes?” asks the boss. “I just can’t see myself coming to work, I see myself going fishing instead…