Fox, You’ve stolen the goose, and if they didn’t fall from sky, they still would fly happily around. Noooo, I’m not crazy, but now here is a crazy story
We went again for the same fishing spot we were fishing the first day, Two reasons why we did that. Firstly we wanted a easy-peasy fishery after the torture of the previous day. And secondly we wanted to buy some cod at the harbor for an excellent dinner. The day started gloomy and foggy as usual but during the day the sun came out turned the cold, uncomfortable fishery, into the complete opposite. Even the wind stopped blowing. Unbelievable!
And the fishery?. It started right of the begin as it should. Cast here, cast there and every few casts there was a bite. Before noon we had a good amount of pikes landed before we moved further out on the water. And as good as the morning ended, the better the afternoon started. Even we have had double fights. All of them caught in the shallow water on floating lines when you can see the bow wave of a mighty pike heading for your fly. A hell of a fun compared the the usual sinking line fishery.
… in the late afternoon our fishery got suddenly interrupted. Innumerable gooses rose to the sky. Alfred Hitchcocks, “the birds” was nothing compare to that spectacle, maybe thousand gooses. And all this followed by the sound of death, gun shots. Somebody was hunting. We continued fishing for maybe a minute or so, till a big splash just aside of us. A goose! Somehow shot by a hunter the goose made it a few hundred meters longer then planned and crashed directly before our feet. You can imagine, fishing the whole day, nothing eaten so far, and then a big fat goose like a gift of god. Within seconds the goose found its way into our backpack. We continued fishing but not for long. Somehow our motivation was gone, in mind already the roasted goose with dumplings and red cabbage. It was already dusk and we needed to pluck and eviscerate the goose. Nobody of us had ever made experience with plucking a goose.
On the way back, and believe it or not, we found another victim of the hunters, a duck was swimming upside down. Also this one was stowed quickly in our backpack.
On the way out from the shelf we saw the hunters waiting for something to fly over. They also recognized us but somehow didn’t react on us. If they would have known that we have their prey, …. Lately we found out that they did know because on the way back to the car we were stopped by the chief hunter with the words “Over there a goose have been stolen”. Pff.. What should we do now,??? Do you think this is now our problem?. We tried to pretend to be stupid and ignorant. He didn’t believed us and after some harsh words we handed over the prey. Luckily the duck have not been recognized by them so at least this was our consolation prize. Damn we were pissed. In the end plucking was not the hardest thing I have ever done and the duck tasted heavenly, but a little bit too small for two hungry guys. Man, the goose must have been a feast.
However, the summary of that day, perfect weather, outstanding fishery, goose and duck and in the end a feast. Can it be better?