In the Fjords, up there in Scandinavia, in April it seems there is nothing else to do but to go fishing for sea trout! Double haul, stripping, double haul, stripping, endlessly. Go to the old boat shed, and watch time going by, than do it all over again, double haul, stripping, double haul, stripping. Happiness for a fly fisher is something normal people could never understand. Interesting to see the trout they catch which probably escaped from a farm.