The downside of fishing solo, part 2: impressionism

Fishing alone can be nice every once in a while. You can do what you want, go where you want, fish the way you want and quit when you want. Also, there's no buddy that annoyingly catches all the fish right in front of you, spooks all the fish or - even worse - frustrates, just by being there, the possibility to brag about your catches the way you would normally do.

But there are downsides too. There's no one to talk to, no one to share the excitement with, no one who will share his sandwiches with you and no walking fly shop to provide you with the stuff you once again forgot to bring yourself. And what about pictures? Who's there to prove it when you actually do catch something? Or even worse, a nice fish?

In Erik's case, the answer was: no one. Well there was someone around, but as it turned out, that person regrettably proved to take a rather unique, impressionistic approach to photography.




I'm sure Erik and his pike are in there somewhere, because he told me so on the phone. And being a lawyer, I really think we should sue mr. Monet Photographer for not paying attention to the Vosseler cap that Erik was wearing so thoughtfully to please one of our main sponsors.