“When you fish and when you write, you enter into a staring contest with potential, a challenge devoid of guarantees. As you stand at the water’s edge gazing at a glassy pool or a river proceeding with the freedom and discipline only the natural world can finesse, you are scrubbed clean of life’s trivia. Watching the water, you are confronted with the unconscious as surely as you are when you stare into the humming blank screen each morning, praying that from the fathomless gray, prose will rise.”
—Holly Morris, writer, editor, producer and fisherwoman, “Fumbling After Grace: Fishing & Writing,” The New York Times, 1997
• Editorial Comment: I know there’s a lunker down there somewhere.
PeezPix by Ted Pease
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