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There Are Always Greater Fish Than You Have Caught, Always The Lure Of Greater Task And Achievement, Always The Inspiration To Seek, To Endure, To Find.

There Was Never An Angler Who Lived But That There Was A Fish Capable Of Taking The Conceit Out Of Him.

Adam Larey Gazed With Hard And Wondering Eyes Down The Silent Current Of The Red River Upon Which He Meant To Drift Away Into The Desert

Men May Rise On Stepping Stones Of Their Dead Selves To Higher Things.

What Is Writing But An Expression Of My Own Life?