"But perhaps the unkindest polluters of all are those fellow fishermen who themselves add to the growing mounds of beer cans and broken glass that increasingly adorn our lake and streams. it is probably true that few fish ere ever slain by flying beer cans, but the gleaming presence in trout water surely kills enjoyment, the precious illusion of space and pastoral solitude and simple pine-laden cleanliness, and above all the wavering illusion that men were not entirely descended from the wild hog."

Robert Traver "Anatomy of a Fisherman'


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