My waders came off surprisingly quickly. My icy rod left to dry outside. I rushed into the kitchen to prepare a nice warm tea. The winter months had finally arrived. The last feasible fishing trip had been made.
The days themselves get shorter during the winter months. But for us fishermen, they seem to only get longer and longer. The idea that beneath the ice – fat, rested brown trout are lying – is constantly haunting our minds. Some say the cold helps the brain think clearly. If anything, for us anglers, it only serves to jumble our thoughts.