A tubby suburban dad watching hunting and adventure shows on TV and wondering could I do that? This is the chronicle of my adventures as I learn to learn to Forage, Hunt and Fish for food that has lived as I would wish to myself - Wild and Free.
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Thursday, 7 August 2008
Trota! Rod? Line? Nah!
Our friend who is yet to get his TLA (three letter acronym) lets call him jon, has just sent me this picture from his place in Italy. Apparently he was standing by his trout stream (you think that's jammy - he has Boar and Deer too!) wondering weather or not to take up fishing (I know! Some people!) when he saw this one had invited itself to lunch by marooning itself in a shallow pool.
So he picked it up and took it home, as yer would!
Thanks for reading
SBW
2 comments:
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You're welcome to disagree, life would be way too boring if we all agreed with each other and we'd never learn anything.
I like to think that we're all grown up enough to argue every last point, right down to the bone, without bearing a grudge afterwards.
Come on in the waters lovely
SBW
I've seen this happen. In fact I have caught trout simply by running into shallow riffles - the fish panic and some will swim right out of the water and onto shore. Gotta be quick!
ReplyDeleteThis Fishie - why, he appears most slack-jawed with astonishmente - he had beene enjoying most relaxedly a gentle reste within a small poole of water, laying about and whistling to himself, when from out of the blue, a large monster did grabbe him and take him away for dinner.
ReplyDeleteOh, fishie, fishie, fishie.