It is to be observed that 'angling' is the name given to fishing by people who can't fish.
We also own a little boat and I'm like a kid with it. I take off early in the morning, fishing rod in tow, and just drift about the ocean all day.
...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.
I don't get to fish that much, believe me.
I love to fish.
I like to fish when it's not too hot.
Fishing is such great fun, I have often felt, that it really ought to be done in bed
I don't want problems solved for me. I want the fishing rod, not the fish.
I would say the best toy for any cat is always some sort of dangling item on a string or fishing-rod-type structure.
We'd like to make it [bucky fiber] in a continuous fiber, roll it on a drum, and go fishing with it.
An ice-fishing shanty is basically a tin outhouse on a frozen lake, except that in an outhouse, the hole has a purpose. In ice fishing, the hole is what you stare at for hours, hoping that at some point you'll break the monotony by falling in.
My most precious possession is a 13.5-feet-long fishing rod, made by an American firm called Loomis.
I've fished everywhere I've traveled.
Monofilament is what you use to go fishing. The line on your fishing rod is probably going to be black. You get to the end of the line and you tie on this clear plastic, thin thread called monofilament.
There were a few youthful fishing trips, but I never enjoyed the experiences, partly because I didn't like hurting the bait.
When if or chance or hunger's powerful sway Directs the roving trout this fatal way, He greedily sucks in the twining bait, And tugs and nibbles the fallacious meat. Now, happy fisherman; now twitch the line! How thy rod bends! behold, the prize is thine!
Our dad used to take us fishing, and I still love it.
Well, my mom actually taught me how to fish. We used to go when I was little, like 5 or 6 years old.
I was happy working on my golf and doing a bit of fishing.
Today she met me at the door, said I would have to choose, if I picked up that fishing rod today, she'd be packing all her things and she'd be gone by noon....well I'm gonna miss her when I get home tonight.
I grew up fly fishing when I was a kid. The feeling of it is fun. I went fly-fishing on Lake Delaware once, and I caught a record brook trout.
All my clear-eyed fish, Golden, or rainbow-sided, or purplish, Vermilion-tail'd, or finn'd with silvery gauze... My charming rod, my potent river spells.
