Best 16 quotes of John D. Voelker on MyQuotes

A writer judging his own work is like deceived husband - he is frequently the last person to appreciate the true state of affairs.

...buying a fly rod in the average city store, that is, joining it up and safely waggling it a bit, is much like seeing a woman's arm protruding from a car window: all one can readily be sure of is that the window is open.

Fishing is such great fun, I have often felt, that it really ought to be done in bed

Fly-fishing for wild trout on quiet waters must be one of the toughest and craziest ways to catch fish ever invented by man, as well as among the most frustrating and humiliating.

Fly-fishing is a magic way to recapture the rapture of solitude without the pangs of loneliness.

I look at trees, hunt mushrooms, and watch animals. Fishing is what gets me out into the woods so I can notice these things.

Most fisherman, including this one, cling to their pet stupidities as they would to a battered briar or an old jacket; and their dogged persistence in wrong methods and general wrong-headedness finally wins the a sort of grudging admiration, if not many fish.

Most fishermen swiftly learn that it's a pretty good rule never to show a favorite spot to any fisherman you wouldn't trust with your wife.

One of the first rules in fishing is that there are few rules in fishing that resourceful trout do not manage to break.

Spinning yarns is a protection against the nuttiness... the greed, the hate all around us.

The best time to go fishing is when you can get away.

There is a lot of amiable fantasy written about trout fishing, but the truth is that few men know much if anything about the habits of trout and little more about the manner of taking them.

There is no subsititue for fishing sense, and if a man doesn't have it, verily, he may cast like an angel and still use his creel largely to transport sandwiches and beer

The true fisherman approaches the first day of fishing season with all the sense of wonder and awe of a child approaching Christmas.

The truth is that trout fishermen scheme and lie and toss in their sleep. They dream of great dripping trout, shapely and elusive as mermaids, and arise cranky and haggard from their fantasies. They are moody and neglectful and all of them a little daft. Moreover they are inclined to drink too much.

To paraphrase a deceased patriot, I regret that I have only one life to give to my fly-fishing.