One of the regular sections of the Flyline before my tenure was Sage, and Other Sayings. I regret I did not have the depth of knowledge on fly fishing lore to regularly add these short poems, words of wisdom, or insights. Over the years, many members who submitted these sayings in the past have gone on to eternal waters. Thankfully, I have a fairly complete library of old Flylines where the sayings live on. Here are a few from 1999 when Dick Williamson served as both Club President and Newsletter Editor (he was dedicated!). I encourage members to send in old and new Sage, and Other Sayings for our Literary Angler page. LKH
From the April 1999 Flyline
The years will bring their anodyne,
But I shall never forget
The fish that I had counted mine
And lost before they reached the net.
from Collin Ellis, The Devout Angler, N.D. (submitted by Ed Hartzell)
There was an old angler named Brewster
Tied flies from his Rhode Island Red rooster
The trout were deluded
The fowl so denuded
It couldn’t stand winters like it uster.
Anon. (submitted by Tom McAllister)
From the June 1999 Flyline
Tail fins, snouts poking out of weedbeds, silver patches where scales are missing against gravels, pinky warts. The more exacting flyfisher looks into the river and asks himself, “When is a trout not a trout?” He looks for imaginary trout and takes away the tail, the fins, the gills, the body, the head – hoping something in the tight area he scans holds one or more elements of a trout. Only then can he conclude that a trout is not a trout – when it was never there in the first place.
Neil Patterson, Chalkstream Chronicle, 1995. (most likely submitted by Dick Williamson)