fishing

Oddly enough, no one ever took me out to fish. Now, that’s something I’d like to try. As a kid I watched my uncle fish for trout with his bare hands in little alpine rivers. I remember how awed I was as he lay there very still on his belly, his hand snapping forward all of a sudden, lifting a trout out of the sparkling water. I fancy having a go with a proper rod, though. Or maybe just watch someone. Wonder, if that ever happens.

Taj Mahal, Fishing Blues