That's one trouble with hanging around a master-you pick up some of his stuff, like how to cast into a bush, but you use it just when the master is d… - Norman Maclean

To him, all good things - trout as well as eternal salvation - came by grace; and grace comes by art; and art does not come easy

On the Big Blackfoot River above the mouth of Belmont Creek the banks are fringed by large Ponderosa pines. In the slanting sun of late afternoon the shadows of great branches reached from across the river, and the trees took the river in their arms. The shadows continued up the bank, until they included us

Everything that was to happen had happened and everything that was to be seen had gone. It was now one of those moments when nothing remains but an opening in the sky and a story — and maybe something of a poem. Anyway, as you possibly remember, there are these lines in front of the story: