I fish because I like to, because I love the environs where trout are found, which are invariably beautiful; and hid from environs where crowds of people are found, which are invariably ugly. Because of all the television commercials, cocktail parties and assorted social posturing I thus escape, and because in a world where most men seem to spend their lives doing things they hate, my fishing is at once an endless source of delight and an act of small rebellion. Trout do not lie or cheat or cannot be bought or bribed or impressed by power, but respond only to quietism and humility and endless patience. I fish because I suspect that men are going along this way for the last time, and I, for one, do not want to waste the trip, because only in the woods can I find solitude without loneliness. And finally, I fish not because I regard fishing as being terribly important, but because I suspect that so many of the other concerns of men are equally unimportant, and not nearly so much fun.
John Voelker, Supreme Court Judge (aka Robert Travers)
Anatomy of a Fisherman