"I wet my waders in the Brule. Many times have the
Old Duck Hunters come to this place. You might say
that such places never change, that the same old
boulders and turns and banks are everlasting in one
man's life. It would be a lie to say that. Such places
change as much as friends, as much as hunting dogs,
as much as sunsets, or as much as spring, which is
never quite the same, praise be"

Gordon MacQuarrie's
'When The White-Throats Sings'