In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing. We
lived at the junction of great trout rivers in western Montana, and our father
was a Presbyterian minister and a fly fisherman who tied his own flies and
taught others. He told us about Christ's diciples being fishermen, and were
left to assume, as my brother and I did, that all first-class fisherman on
the Sea of Galilee were dry fishermen and that John, the favorite, was a
dry-fly fisherman.
-- "A River Runs Through It", by Norman Maclean, page 1
