It has been said that the angler, like the poet, is born, not made. This is a self-evident fact. Few men have risen to the dignity of anglers who did not in early youth feel the unconquerable impulse to go a fishing. There are, of course, noteworthy exceptions, but the rule holds good. It might be added, too, that the genuine angler is almost invariably a poet, although he may not be a jingler of rhymes- a ballad monger. Though, perhaps, lacking the art of versification, his whole life is in itself, a well-rounded poem, and he never misses the opportunity to "cast his line in pleasant places.
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