Of course, now I am too old to be much of a fisherman, and now of course I usually fish the big waters alone, although some friends think I shouldn't. Like many fly fishermen in western Montana where the summer… — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
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… — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
At the time I did not know that stories of life are often more like rivers than books. — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
“In this story of the outside world and the inside world with a fire between, the outside world of little screwups recedes now for… — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
Probably most catastrophes end this way without an ending, the dead not even knowing how they died...,those who loved them forever questioning "this unnecessary… — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
If our father had had his way, nobody who did not know how to fish would be allowed to disgrace a fish by catching… — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
“I sat there and forgot and forgot, until what remained was the river that went by and I who watched... Eventually the watcher joined… — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
Unless we are willing to escape into sentimentality or fantasy, often the best we can do with catastrophes, even our own, is to find… — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
As for my father, I never knew whether he believed God was a mathematician but he certainly believed God could count and that only… — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
“On the Big Blackfoot River above the mouth of Belmont Creek the banks are fringed by large Ponderosa pines. In the slanting sun of… — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
