I often went fishing up in Maine during the summer. Personally I am very fond of strawberries and cream, but I have found that for some strange reason, fish prefer worms. So when I went fishing, I didn't think about what I wanted. I thought about what they wanted. I didn't bait the hook with strawberries and cream. Rather, I dangled a worm or grasshopper in front of the fish and said: "Wouldn't you like to have that?" Why not use the same common sense when fishing for people?
Northamptonshire Police said that although there are no laws against magnet fishing, they would ask fishers to exercise "due care" when handling objects, such as unexploded World War Two bombs. "[They] can be extremely dangerous, as well as resource-intensive for our response officers."
Anglers have a way of romanticizing their battles with fish and of forgetting that the fish has a hook in his mouth, his gullet, or his belly and that his gameness is really an extreme of panic in which he runs, leaps, and pulls to get away until he dies. It would seem to be enough advantage to the angler that the fish has the hook in his mouth rather than the angler.
When they've got two weeks vacation, they hurry to vacation ground... They swim and they fish, but that's what I do all year round.
Fish not, with this melancholy bait,For this fool-gudgeon, this opinion.
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
Bait the hook well: this fish will bite.
For angling-rod he took a sturdy oak;And then on rock he stood to bob for whale.
When if or chance or hunger's powerful swayAnd tugs and nibbles the fallacious meat.
To fish in troubled waters.
You must lose a fly to catch a trout.
Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook?
A fishing-rod was a stick with a hook at one end and a fool at the other.
Fly fishing is a very pleasant amusement; but angling or float fishing, I can only compare to a stick and a string, with a worm at one end and a fool at the other.
His angle-rod made of a sturdy oak;And sat upon a rock, and bobb'd for whale.
Down and back at day dawn, And the lamps of heaven.
In a bowl to sea went wise men three, On fishing up the moon.
In genial spring, beneath the quivering shade,And eyes the dancing cork, and bending reed.
I have twice gone fishing with rod and line just because other boys asked me to, but this sport was soon made impossible for me by the treatment of the worms that were put on the hook for bait, and the wrenching of the mouths of the fishes that were caught. I gave it up, and even found courage enough to dissuade other boys from going.
Give me mine angle, we'll to the river; there,Their slimy jaws.
The pleasant'st angling is to see the fishAnd greedily devour the treacherous bait.
Shrimps and the delicate periwinkle And the shutterless cottages gleam above!
But should you lureBehoves you then to ply your finest art.
Two honest and good-natured anglers have never met each other by the way without crying out, "What luck?"
'Tis an affair of luck.
Angling may be said to be so like the mathematics that it can never be fully learnt.
I shall stay him no longer than to wish * * * that if he be an honest angler, the east wind may never blow when he goes a fishing.
Angling is somewhat like Poetry, men are to be born so.
Doubt not but angling will prove to be so pleasant, that it will prove to be, like virtue, a reward to itself.
I am, Sir, a brother of the angle.
It [angling] deserves commendations; * * * it is an art worthy the knowledge and practice of a wise man.
An excellent angler, and now with God.
We may say of angling as Dr. Boteler said of strawberries: "Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did"; and so, (if I might be judge,) God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling.
Thus use your frog: * * * put your hook, I mean the arming wire, through his mouth, and out at his gills, and then with a fine needle and silk sow the upper part of his leg with only one stitch to the arming wire of your hook, or tie the frog's leg above the upper joint to the armed wire; and in so doing use him as though you loved him.
O! the gallant fisher's life,But content and pleasure.
And upon all that are lovers of virtue; and dare trust in his providence; and be quiet; and go a-angling.
Of recreation there is none So I can fish and study too.
The first men that our Saviour dearWhom He to follow Him hath chose.