Isn't this lovely...
I'm just reading "Fishing in Wild Places" by David Street, and read this, which just about sums up fishing for me (well, when I'm not cursing and untangling my line from a tree):
"A wind steals from the mountain, pirouettes on spirit toes across the surface of the lake, breathes life into the waters; they darken at the touch, begin to move and then to murmur...From distant straths the fluting wail of curlews tremble on the air, a raven barks and echoing crags give back the cry. peewits wheel and tumbling through the skies, spill their lamentations on the wind. The raucous traffic of the world is silenced and, in the stillness, we listen to primordial sounds, which fall upon our ears from beyond the far horizons of history."
Just thought it was worth a mention.
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