Wonder and mystery
As I get older I marvel more and more frequently, and ever more gratefully, at the state of mind in which I come home from a fishing day that has given me a few trout. It seems wonderful that catching a fish or two can produce so deep a sense of contentment and so profound a feeling of peace.
And there is something else that surprises me: a difference that has grown up between my experience of fishing and shooting. It is not that I love my shooting days less than I did in my younger years. In fact, I know they are even more important to me than they were a few decades ago. I frequently return from them in possession of both contentment and peace, though not of quite the intensity inspired by some of
