The Angler

The Angler

“Being curious to see what kind of fishes there were in this dark, deep, sluggish river, I cast in my line just before night, and caught severall small somewhat yellowish sucker-like fishes, which the Indian at once rejected, saying that they were Michigan fish (i.e. soft and stinking fish and good for nothing.”

—Henry David Thoreau, “1857 Allegash and East Branch”, The Maine Woods