That thin line between happiness and bliss, that split second when from beeing a normal flyfisher you become an hard gore junkie. It’s just that period of time when you feel the fish is eating your fly, that you set the hook and… you’re done, nothing will ever be the same.
Congratulation for that beautiful film, like an haiku, great editing, great shots, great music. No more, no less. Qué Palometon!