Nothing grows faster than a fish from when it bites until it gets away.

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Tuesday,  22 | 03 | 2015

“When all the birds and all the fish join forces, the politicians will be forced to chew on and swallow their own slimy, wormlike words. But until the time that the sky and the sea blend into one, I’ll leave my fishing pole in a tree, disguised as a branch.” ― Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not FOR SALE   

Monday,  1 | 03 | 2015

Scholars have long known that fishing eventually turns men into philosophers. Unfortunately, it is almost impossible to buy decent tackle on a philosopher’s salary. ~ Patrick F. McManus

Sunday,  30 | 02 | 2015

To go fishing is the chance to wash one’s soul with pure air, with the rush of the brook, or with the shimmer of sun on blue water. It brings meekness and inspiration from the decency of nature, charity toward tackle-makers, patience toward fish, a mockery of profits and egos, a quieting of hate, a rejoicing that you do not have to decide a darned thing until next week. And it is discipline in the equality of men – for all men are equal before fish. ~ Herbert Hoover
Early to bed…early to rise…fish all day…make up lies.
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Nothing grows faster than a fish from when it bites until it gets away.

~ Anonymous 

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Port Renfrew Fishing Charters

Tuesday,  22 | 03 | 2015

“When all the birds and all the fish join forces, the politicians will be forced to chew on and swallow their own slimy, wormlike words. But until the time that the sky and the sea blend into one, I’ll leave my fishing pole in a tree, disguised as a branch.” ― Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not FOR SALE   

Monday,  1 | 03 | 2015

Scholars have long known that fishing eventually turns men into philosophers. Unfortunately, it is almost impossible to buy decent tackle on a philosopher’s salary. ~ Patrick F. McManus

Sunday,  30 | 02 | 2015

To go fishing is the chance to wash one’s soul with pure air, with the rush of the brook, or with the shimmer of sun on blue water. It brings meekness and inspiration from the decency of nature, charity toward tackle-makers, patience toward fish, a mockery of profits and egos, a quieting of hate, a rejoicing that you do not have to decide a darned thing until next week. And it is discipline in the equality of men – for all men are equal before fish. ~ Herbert Hoover