My waders got here off fantastically fast. My icy rod left to dry outside. I rushed into the kitchen to prepare a pleasing heat tea. The iciness months had sooner or later arrived. The remaining viable fishing trip was made.
The days themselves get shorter in the course of the wintry weather months. but for us fishermen, they seem to only get longer and longer. The concept that underneath the ice – fat, rested brown trout are lying – is constantly haunting our minds. A few say the bloodless allows the brain to assume in reality. If something, for us anglers, it only serves to jumble our mind.