When you admit you often go fishing the reaction is normally similar: surprise and a condescending smile, as if really every method of fishing was identical and could be reduced to growing a beer muscle while patiently waiting for some poor little fish to become interested in these terrible stinking worms that we always hang at the other end of our rods. I wonder how many of thus reacting people would have the courage and determination to visit one of those small bushy creeks lost somewhere in the Eislek to try to catch one of these beautiful trout or graylings. One thing is sure, they certainly won’t see what I can see there. i.e. (however it will sound) the nature in its all wild beauty within a very short distance from where they live.
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