Who's the real sucker here? Me at the office receiving this picture or he who sends the mms? I know who I would point my finger at.
Yesterday was all about boeuf bourguignon, Barolo, cinnamon sour apple cocktails and vodka. To many. No rehabilitation for a fly fisher. Today was all about hangover cure. Autumn has started. The dry fly season gets closer to the end. Nights are getting colder. The temperature of the norwegian fjords slowly drops. The sea trout comes... Continue Reading →