There was another, older camper on the lake, who had also been catching trout but enjoyed sharing his time with bluegills too. I was watching him one day when a third fisherman drove in, apparently seeking a campsite. he looked disdaintfully at the man intent on the bluegills and said, "Why do you waste time on those things when there are trout just over the hill? No bluegill could even remotely compare to a trout"
The older man paused and looked at him, smiled a wry little smile, and replied quietly, "Well now, maybe you ought to ask bluegills about that. They might disagree."
Byron W. Darlymple In: The masters on the nymph.