Nick had one good trout. He did not care about getting many trout. Now the stream was shallow and wide.
There was trees along both banks. The trees of the left bank made short shadows on the current in the forenoon sun.
Nick knew there were trout in each shadow. In the afternoon, after the sun had crossed toward the hills, the trout
would be in the cool shadows on the other side of the stream.
Ernest Hemingway (Big Two-Hearted River)

Testament of a Fisherman
I fish because I love to; because I love the environs where trout are found, which are invariably beautiful, and hate the 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; 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; because trout do not lie or cheat and cannot be bought or bribed or impressed by power, but respond only to quietude and humility and endless patience; because I suspect that men are going along this way for the last time, and I for one don't want to waste the trip; because mercifully there are no telephones on trout waters; because only in the woods can I find solitude without loneliness; because bourbon out of an old tin cup always tastes better out there; because maybe one day I will catch a mermaid; and, finally, not because I regard fishing as being so terribly important but because I suspect that so many of the other concerns of men are equally unimportant - and not nearly so much fun.
Robert Traver (Trout Magic)