Fall fishing is a revival after the quieter times of summer. Cooler nights and the melt of early snowfall in the mountains bring falling water temperatures and rains freshen the streams. Shadows are longer, shielding the pools. The fish are more active and there is a touch of urgency about it all, a feeling that it cannot last very long so one had better get out and be doing. After all, there have been falls when the heavy rains came early and suddenly, the streams flooded and everything was over before it had started.
Roderick Haig-Brown, Fisherman’s Fall, 1964.
November 14, 2014 at 12:01 AM |
This is the one book in the series that I am missing, and that quote has me wanting to find a copy for my shelves: Thanks for posting.
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November 14, 2014 at 11:24 AM |
It’s not my favorite, but it’s a good one. And, as I now live in salmon and steelhead country, it has a new resonance with me.
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November 15, 2014 at 1:54 AM
I must say, much as I enjoy Haig-Brown, I can imagine that being in that country would make it all the more relevant and captivating.
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January 30, 2015 at 5:45 PM |
[…] literature, or even of environmental literature, are as respected as conservationist and fly fisher Roderick Haig-Brown. His observations of the physical world provoke a depth of reflection that those of few other […]
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