Season always starts in the secret tiny lake in the troll forest. With the huge, but few trouts. The humidity from the trees breathing creeping inside your clothes no mather what. When you stroll the narrow path through the dark forest it´s both warm and cold at the same time. You are never alone here. Branches from the trees are always willing to give you a hug. Birds sings spring songs in the distance. Fox squeals out. Not often sun light hits the ground here. Moss climbs high upon the trunks. It´s one of those magic places you wont tell anybody else about. Where you start your season.