This is a book about our relationship with nature, about hunters and fishermen, friendship and family, history and memory. Lines on the Water teems with lore and wisdom, humour, and most of all, passion. As with all Isaak Walton’s brethren of the angle, some great and memorable characters have informed Richards’ fishing passion, and he brings them briefly to the surface of this book. Spinning fishy tale after glorious fishy tale we join him and his companions on the endless search for the next great fishing pool and along the way remember why we love to read, and why we have to fish.
I loved this book; I read Richards’ descriptions of great salmon and lovely trout, and know why his breath comes sharply at the sight of them; I nod in recognition at his evocation of the splendid loneliness of a remote and unpeopled stretch of river in the late afternoon; I stand in his shadow as he casts and shares his joy. Every fisherman is in this book – though it is one man’s story – that is its strength.
I should add here that I live in New Brunswick and share this passion with fly-fishing for salmon and trout. I have fished the rivers mentioned in the book, walked those paths in the woods in search for those pools. I tie on the same flies and swatted away the back flies so I closely related to the stories mentioned "Lines On The Water."