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Who doesn’t remember those endless summer evenings when only hunger could drag you from the river, when the excitment of seing trout rising to your birdlikes flies drove you out of your mind! I remeber those nights: not wanting to go home, fishing into the night , casting in the dark only guided by the sound I thought I was hearing, chilled to the bone, flabbergasted. I remember Lappland where the only rest I had was when I was exhausted and had to finally give in to sleep. I remember stroaking an enormous grayling and feeling its skin so soft, like snake. I’m am like the guys from ‘Inwaders, I want to go back in 2013, the year of the snake.[vimeo https://vimeo.com/59425820]
