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The fish was a twelve-inch rainbow trout with a huge hump on its back. A hunchback trout. By Richard Brautigan Back Trout Fish Twelveinch Rainbow

Trout was deflated - neutralized. He dropped his arms, became child-like now. By Kurt Vonnegut Neutralized Trout Deflated Arms Dropped

USED TROUT STREAM FOR SALE. MUST BE SEEN TO BE APPRECIATED. By Richard Brautigan Sale Trout Stream Appreciated

Still fisheth he that catcheth one. By George Herbert Fisheth Catcheth

All around him were what other people called mirrors, which he called leaks. The entire wall which separated the lobby from the cocktail lounge was a leak ten feet high and thirty-feet long. There was another leak on the cigarette machine and yet another on the candy machine. And when Trout looked through them to see what was going on in the other universe, he saw a red-eyed, filthy old creature who was barefoot, who had his pants rolled up to his knees. By Kurt Vonnegut Jr. Called Mirrors People Leak Machine

I don't think Trout has ever been out of the country," Rosewater went on. "My God - he writes about Earthlings all the time, and they're all Americans. Practically nobody on Earth is an American. By Kurt Vonnegut Rosewater Trout Country God Americans

I've just been playing the Trout Quintet on the phonograph. Listening to the andantino makes me want to be a trout myself. You can't help rejoicing and laughing, however moved or sad you feel, when you see the springtime clouds in the sky, the budding branches, moved by the wind, in the bright early sunlight. I'm really looking forward to the spring again. In that piece of Schubert's you can positively feel and smell the breeze and hear the birds and the whole of creation shouting for joy. By Sophie Scholl Quintet Trout Phonograph Playing Moved

One of the first rules in fishing is that there are few rules in fishing that resourceful trout do not manage to break. By John D. Voelker Rules Fishing Break Resourceful Trout

Trout said this about all the stories he had torn to pieces and flushed down toilets or tossed into trash-strewn vacant lots, or whatever: 'Easy come, easy go. By Kurt Vonnegut Easy Trout Lots Stories Torn

Kilgore Trout was shadowing him, keen to know what Billy had suspected or seen. Most of Trout's novels, after all, dealt with time warps and extrasensory perception and other unexpected things. Trout believed in things like that, was greedy to have their existence proved. "You ever put a full-length mirror on the floor, and then have a dog stand on it?" Trout asked Billy. "No." "The dog will look down, and all of a sudden he'll realize there's nothing under him. He thinks he's standing on thin air. He'll jump a mile. By Kurt Vonnegut Trout Billy Kilgore Keen Shadowing

It is well known that no person who regards his reputation will ever kill a trout with anything but a fly. It requires some training on the part of the trout to take to this method. By Charles Dudley Warner Fly Trout Person Reputation Kill

What's his offense?Groping for trout in a peculiar river. By William Shakespeare Groping Offense River Trout Peculiar

But when I saw the cursive grace of Guido Rahr's fly line writing prayers I couldn't read to the river gods of Outer Mongolia, I knew my name was written there too. Fly fishing was going to be my version of my father's sport, my nod to my Scottish ancestors and to my self, and to the fish crazed part of America I had claimed as my own. By Jessica Maxwell Mongolia Guido Rahr Outer Fly

The trout that seem to stick in my memory the finest aren't the big ones, and maybe it's because I have't visited all the corners of the globe, but my most unforgettable trout all lived close to home. In fact, when I take out my pouch of trout memories and spill them all on the table, it seems that the smaller ones shine the brightest. By William G. Tapply Trout Globe Home Stick Memory

On the Firehole I caught thirty-six inches worth of trout - in six installments. By Arnold Gingrich Firehole Trout Installments Caught Thirtysix

Mike Trout is unbelievable. He's one of the best players in baseball right now, if not the best. By Bryce Harper Trout Mike Unbelievable Players Baseball

Tin-Tin in your rattle skinDumbed and worn down -Flushed pink-salmon suffering. By Abigail George Flushed Tintin Suffering Rattle Skindumbed

Or whipping its rough surface for a trout ... By Ralph Waldo Emerson Trout Whipping Rough Surface

The old drunk told me about trout fishing. When he could talk, he had a way of describing trout as if they were a precious and intelligent metal. By Richard Brautigan Fishing Trout Drunk Told Talk

fishhook. It's squiggly like a worm. Something's By Caroline Fyffe Fishhook Worm Squiggly

Mellingey Stream By Winston Graham Stream Mellingey

{W}hy did she go into the field? A twinge of pleasure, of knowledge. Her dad would pull over to the side of a bridge, and they would watch from above, before he slipped down the bank to catch them. She was charmed by the motions of trout. How they take their forms from the pressures of another world, the cold forge of water. Their drift, their mystery, the way they turn and let the current take them, take them, with passive grace. They turn again, tumbling like leaves, then straighten with mouths pointing upstream, to better sip a mayfly, to root up nymphs, to watch for the flash of a heron's bill. The current always trues them, like compass needles. When she watches them, she feels wise. By Matthew Neill Null Field Turn Watch Current Pleasure

The sort of fish that a good fisherman puts back into the water By Virginia Woolf Water Sort Fish Good Fisherman

We're bugs struggling in the river, brightly visible to the trout below. By Anne Lamott River Brightly Bugs Struggling Visible

Ye gods and little fishes. By Grace Burrowes Fishes Gods

StocktontoMalone By Hot Rod Hundley Stocktontomalone

Trout aren't naturally as selective as they've become in crowded tailwaters - they've been trained to be like that by too much fishing pressure. I've seen tailwater fish that are so hysterical they'll refuse naturals. You wonder how they get enough to eat. By John Gierach Trout Pressure Naturally Selective Crowded

Here was what Kilgore Trout cried out to me in my father's voice: Make me young, make me young, make me young! By Kurt Vonnegut Make Young Kilgore Trout Voice

Dalton gaped at something in the stream. "Did you see that trout? Where's my fishing pole when I need it?" He was leaning so far over she feared he might fall in headfirst. She grasped his arm and pulled him back. "You made that up," she laughed. "You didn't see a fish. Trout don't swim at night." "What makes you think that? They don't have a little house to go home to when the sun goes down, with a small woodstove and comfortable bed. By Caroline Fyffe Dalton Stream Gaped Trout Headfirst

The arrow increased without motion, then in a quick swirl the trout lipped a fly beneath the surface with that sort of gigantic delicacy of an elephant picking up a peanut. By William Faulkner Motion Peanut Arrow Increased Quick

Shew me a lyer, and I'le shew thee a theefe. By George Herbert Ile Lyer Theefe Shew Thee

See how he throws his baited lines about,/And plays his men as anglers play their trout. By Oliver Wendell Holmes Trout Throws Baited Lines Men

It shook up Trout to realize that even he could bring evil into the world - in the form of bad ideas. By Kurt Vonnegut Trout World Ideas Shook Realize

The fisherman-painter has the best of the bargain as far as the weather goes, for the weather that is too bright for the trout deluges his hills and his sea with floods of radiant colour; the rain that interrupts picture-making puts water into the rivers and the lochs and sends him hopefully forth with rod and creel; while on cold dull days, when there is neither purple on the hills nor fly on the river, he can join a friendly party in a cosy bar and exchange information about Cardinals and March Browns, and practise making intricate knots in gut. By Dorothy L. Sayers Weather Hills Browns Cardinals March

There is a lot of amiable fantasy written about trout fishing, but the truth is that few men know much if anything about the habits of trout and little more about the manner of taking them. By John D. Voelker Trout Fishing Lot Amiable Fantasy

Who'd play her in the movie?" "The shark from Jaws," muttered Trout. By Jonathan Maberry Movie Jaws Trout Play Muttered

Trout might have said, and it can be said of me as well, that he created caricatures rather than characters. His animus against so-called mainstream literature, moreover, wasn't peculiar to him. It was generic among writers of science fiction. By Kurt Vonnegut Trout Characters Created Caricatures Literature

That was where our fishing began By Ernest Hemingway, Began Fishing

A fish walks into a bar. The bartender says, "What will it be?" The fish croaks, "Water. By Various Bar Water Walks Fish Croaks

A pretty little minnow ... cool as rain, blue as heaven ... By Alice Hoffman Minnow Pretty Cool Rain Blue

HALE, with a tasty love of intellectual pursuit By Arthur Miller Hale Pursuit Tasty Love Intellectual

Like almost all of Beefheart's recorded work, [Trout Mask Replica] was not even "ahead" of its time in 1969. Then and now, it stands outside time, trends, fads, hypes, the rise and fall of whole genres eclectic as walking Christmas trees, constituting a genre unto itself: truly, a musical Monolith if ever there was one. By Lester Bangs Trout Replica Ahead Beefheart Mask

Flaxfield died on a Friday which was a shame, because he always ate a trout for dinner on Friday, and it was his favourite. By Toby Forward Friday Flaxfield Shame Favourite Died

The smylere with the knyf under the cloke. By Geoffrey Chaucer Cloke Smylere Knyf

When a trout rises to a fly, it does not swim as much as tilt its fins and jet skyward. By Joseph Monninger Fly Skyward Trout Rises Swim

Fly-fishing for wild trout on quiet waters must be one of the toughest and craziest ways to catch fish ever invented by man, as well as among the most frustrating and humiliating. By John D. Voelker Flyfishing Man Humiliating Wild Trout

She was a widow, and he stripped himself naked while she went to fetch some of her husband's clothes. But before he could put them on, the police were hammering on the front door with their billy clubs. So the fugitive hid on top of a rafter. When the woman let in the police, though, his oversize testicles hung down in full view."Trout paused again.The police asked the woman where the guy was. The woman said she didn't know what guy they were talking about," said Trout. "One of the cops saw the testicles hanging down from a rafter and asked what they were. She said they were Chinese temple bells. He believed her. He said he 'd always wanted to hear Chinese temple bells. "He gave them a whack with his billy club, but there was no sound. So he hit them again, a lot harder, a whole lot harder. Do you know what the guy on the rafter shrieked?" Trout asked me. I said I didn't. "He shrieked, 'TING-A-LING, YOU SON OF A BITCH! By Kurt Vonnegut Trout Police Woman Guy Rafter

Our plenteous streams a various race supply, The bright-eyed perch with fins of Tyrian dye, The silver eel, in shining volumes roll'd, The yellow carp, in scales bedropp'd with gold, Swift trouts, diversified with crimson stains, And pikes, the tyrants of the wat'ry plains. By Alexander Pope Swift Tyrian Supply Dye Eel

They'd made love in that lake, near that lake, and around that lake countless times. He still remembered a time where a fish got a little too friendly ... Honor threw her head back and laughed, catching the attention of the diner again. "You're remembering the fish, aren't you?" Jackson rested his face in his hands. "God, that damn fish." "You always get this little line between your brows when you remember that frisky fish." Thankfully, the waitress stopped by and took their order before he had to talk about the fish that knew a little too much about certain parts of his anatomy. By Carrie Ann Ryan Lake Fish Made Love Countless

A brown trout sips one off the surface. Beneath the trout, mica-flecked sand gleams white. Come fall the female's caudal fin will nudge the grains to make a nest, the eggs spilling like pearls into a purse. By Ron Rash Surface Trout Brown Sips Beneath

haze-brained nitwitpickle-head froggy leg soupmurky daunting gone By Moonshine Noire Hazebrained Nitwitpicklehead Froggy Leg Soupmurky

Lake Winnipesaukee, he By Neil Swidey Winnipesaukee Lake

Trout fishing is like any other sport. It is waste of words to try to give anyone who has never tried it any idea of what it means to land a five-pound trout on a gossamer leader. By Cornelia Parker Sport Trout Fishing Leader Waste

Trout supposed that when the atmosphere became poisonous, Bill would keel over a few minutes before Trout did. He would kid Bill about that. "How's the old respiration, Bill?" he'd say, or, "Seems like you've got a touch of the old emphysema, Bill," or, "We never discussed what kind of a funeral you want, Bill. You never even told me what your religion is." And so on. By Kurt Vonnegut Jr. Bill Trout Poisonous Supposed Atmosphere

All my clear-eyed fish, Golden, or rainbow-sided, or purplish, Vermilion-tail'd, or finn'd with silvery gauze ... My charming rod, my potent river spells ... By John Keats Golden Vermiliontail Fish Rainbowsided Purplish

I am no more lonely than the loon in the pond that laughs so loud, or than Walden Pond itself. What company has that lonely lake,I pray? By Henry David Thoreau Pond Walden Loud Lonely Loon

In May of 2010, the newest pitching phenom, Stephen Strasburg, played a minor league game in Syracuse. A huge crowd turned out, the largest in the history of the stadium. The game was broadcast on regional television. Gazing over the enormous crowd, the play-by-play man asked his partner on the air if he had ever seen a pitcher draw such a crowd all by himself. The color commentator, ex-Detroit Tiger pitcher Steve Grilli, answered without hesitation, "Yea, Mark 'The Bird' Fidrych - every time he went out. By Doug Wilson Stephen Strasburg Syracuse Crowd Phenom

Reelfoot is, and has always been, a lake of mystery.In places it is bottomless. Other places the skeletons of the cypress-trees that went down when the earth sank, still stand upright so that if the sun shines from the right quarter, and the water is less muddy than common, a man, peering face downward into its depths, sees, or thinks he sees, down below him the bare top-limbs upstretching like drowned men's fingers, all coated with the mud of years and bandaged with pennons of the green lake slime. By Irvin S. Cobb Lake Places Reelfoot Bottomless Mysteryin

Water that isn't fit for trout won't much longer be fit for us. By Arnold Gingrich Fit Water Trout Longer

I remember mistaking an old woman for a trout stream in Vermont, and I had to beg her pardon. By Richard Brautigan Vermont Pardon Remember Mistaking Woman

Successful trout fishing isn't a matter of brute force or even persistence, but something more like infiltration. By John Gierach Successful Persistence Infiltration Trout Fishing

Perry Johansson. By Rick Riordan Johansson Perry

Oh, Mr. Trout," nice Milo went on, there in Trout's suite, "teach us to sing and dance and laugh and cry. We've tried to survive so long on money and sex and envy and real estate and football and basketball and automobiles and television and alcohol - on sawdust and broken glass! By Anonymous Trout Milo Nice Suite Teach

Fishing books , lit by emotion recollected in tranquility, are like poetry.. We do not think of them as books but as men. They are our companions and not only riverside. Summer and winter they are with us and what a pleasant company they are. By Arthur Ransome Fishing Lit Tranquility Poetry Books

Na, she's righted again," said a cool young fisherman, "and they've gotten down that unchancy mast. They maun have stout hearts and skeely hands that work her; but it's for life, and that learns folk baith pith and lear. There! - but it's owre now. By Mrs. Oliphant Fisherman Mast Righted Cool Young

My name is Slither. By Joseph Delaney Slither

To be able to serve and to eat a whole fish, especially a trout, is part of civilized dining. This applies particularly to the young, who should take to it as soon as they can handle knife and fork; this is a fine way for them to begin taking pride in themselves and their abilities. By Julia Child Fish Trout Dining Serve Eat

bucket on the deck behind him, bait sloshing. He By Heather Burch Bucket Bait Sloshing Deck

Park hill staten island seal, rock the reel to reel we high hills deep By Cappadonna Park Seal Rock Deep Reel

That tuneful nymph, the babbling Echo. By Ovid Echo Nymph Tuneful Babbling

Along a stream that raced and ranThrough tangled trees and over stones,That long had heard the pipes o' PanAnd shared the joys that nature owns,I met a fellow fisherman,Who greeted me in cheerful tones. ... Foes think the bad in him they've guessedAnd prate about the wrong they scan;Friends that have seen him at his bestBelieve they know his every plan;I know him better than the rest,I know him as a fisherman. By Edgar Guest Panand Tones Stream Raced Ranthrough

So ... what is this fire river called?""The Phlegethon," [Annabeth] said. "You should concentrate on going down.""The Phlegethon?" [Percy] shinnied along the ledge. They'd made it roughly a third of the way down the cliff - still high enough up to die if they fell. "Sounds like a marathon for hawking spitballs.""Please don't make me laugh," she said."Just trying to keep things light. By Rick Riordan Phlegethon Annabeth Percy Called Sounds

Has it ever struck you that trout bite best on the Sabbath? God's critters tempting decent men. By James M. Barrie Sabbath Struck Trout Bite God

The fish is swift, small-needing, vague yet clear, A cold, sweet, silver life, wrapped in round waves ... By Leigh Hunt Smallneeding Sweet Swift Vague Clear

I'm afraid I don't read as much as I ought to," said Maggie."We're all afraid of something," Trout replied. "I'm afraid of cancer and rats and Doberman pinschers. By Kurt Vonnegut Maggie Trout Afraid Replied Read

The bird, the best, the fisch eke in the see,They live in fredome, everich in his kynd.And I a man, and lakkith libertee. By James I Of Scotland Bird Fredome Everich Man Libertee

Trout fisherman often give away their presence to the fish by the equipment they are wearing. The yo-yo hanging on the fly fishing vest that attaches to the hemostats or line clippers is often plated with chrome, giving off flashes of light. Some fly boxes that you wear on the chest are also bright aluminum-not a good idea. I recently fished with a fellow who wore a bright yellow hat on a meadow stream in Pennsylvania. From 100 yards away you could see his every movement,-I'm sure that trout near him could, too. By Lefty Kreh Wearing Fisherman Give Presence Fish

An excellent angler, and now with God. By Izaak Walton God Angler Excellent

Fenchurch had red mullet and said it was delicious.Arthur had a swordfish steak and said it made him angry. He grabbed a passing waitress by the arm and berated her."Why's this fish so bloody good?" he demanded, angrily. By Douglas Adams Fenchurch Angry Red Mullet Deliciousarthur

Cogg would suddenly stand stock still. "Listen," he would say. Some feeble quack would be heard from the willow beyond the pond. "That's an easy one to tell. The frog-pippit." Then he would add, As a safety measure, "As I believe they call it in these parts." By Stephen Potter Cogg Listen Suddenly Stand Stock

I came from a race of fishers; trout streams gurgled about the roots of my family tree. By John Burroughs Fishers Trout Tree Race Streams

the Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp; By Harper Lee Inn Fishing Camp Dewdrop

The Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp; By Harper Lee Inn Fishing Camp Dewdrop

winter plumbnot plumb By Geof Huth Winter Plumb Plumbnot

We camped for the night in a hollow near a good-sized creek - one big enough for trout. Jamie and Ian waded into this with enthusiasm, harrying the finny denizens with whippy rods cut from black willow. By Diana Gabaldon Creek Trout Camped Night Hollow

Like many fly fishermen in western Montana where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening. Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise. Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of those rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters. By Norman Maclean Arctic Montana River Rocks Length

Lew? Not that I don't appreciate it, but it By Nora Roberts Lew

Like most science-fiction writers, Trout knew almost nothing about science, was bored stiff by technical details. By Kurt Vonnegut Trout Writers Science Details Sciencefiction

meinstein n. My son, the genius. By Steven Pinker Meinstein Son Genius

Salsa verde is delicious with trout or most any fish. By Tom Douglas Salsa Fish Verde Delicious Trout

There was a code, and though it was mostly unspoken, I absorbed it early on. You always put all the trout back in the water alive except for a few to eat. You didn't count your trout or call attention to their size or weight. You took time to watch and enjoy seeing your partners catch trout. By Howard Frank Mosher Code Unspoken Trout Absorbed Early

i knew him, Horatio By William Shakespeare Horatio Knew

That afternoon, with a sense of infinite relief, Pollock watched the flat swampy foreshore of Sulyma grow small in the distance. The gap in the long line of white surge became narrower and narrower. It seemed to be closing in and cutting him off from his trouble. The feeling of dread and worry began to slip from him bit by bit. At Sulyma belief in Porroh malignity and Porroh magic had been in the air, his sense of Porroh had been vast, pervading, threatening, dreadful. Now manifestly the domain of Porroh was only a little place, a little black band between the lea and the blue cloudy Mendi uplands.("Pollock And The Porroh Man") By H.g.wells Porroh Pollock Sulyma Afternoon Relief

The fisherman has a harmless, preoccupied look; he is a kind of vagrant, that nothing fears. He blends himself with the trees and the shadows. All his approaches are gentle and indirect. He times himself to the meandering, soliloquizing stream; he addresses himself to it as a lover to his mistress; he woos it and stays with it till he knows its hidden secrets. Where it deepens his purpose deepens; where it is shallow he is indifferent. He knows how to interpret its every glance and dimple; its beauty haunts him for days. By John Burroughs Harmless Preoccupied Vagrant Fears Fisherman

On my way out, I stopped again at Boloor's house to thank him. He was leaving home as well, and as we walked to the gate together, I filled his ears with praise of Shailaja's fish curry. 'Really, that good, was it?' Boloor asked. 'But then, I wouldn't know,' he continued, this stalwart president of the Mogaveera Vyavasthpaka Mandali and secretary of the Akhila Karnataka Fishermen's Parishad, of the National Fishworkers' Federation and of the Coastal Karnataka Fishermen Action Committee. ' You see, I don't eat fish. By Samanth Subramanian Boloor Karnataka Fishermen Stopped House

Feathertail... No, don't leave me! By Erin Hunter Feathertail Leave

Rhine. The river that, somewhere out there, has broken free. By Lauren Destefano Rhine Free River Broken

Try to catch a trout and experience the glorious feeling of letting it go and seeing it swimming away. By Billy Connolly Catch Trout Experience Glorious Feeling

Derek Randall bats like an octopus with piles By Matthew Engel Randall Derek Piles Bats Octopus

DeWarenne men love forever By Brenda Joyce Dewarenne Forever Men Love