I go trout fishing every now and then with my dad.

We go to this lovely stream/small river in the middle of some woods, on a hillside, all covered with trees.

The water is crystal clear, and the very tranquil. The wildlife carrys on around you... and the whole thing is idyllic.

I can see the trout swimming past - there's plenty of them - and I can see my little fly as the little gits swim past it, ignoring it totally.

Now, all this silence is broken, til I loose it completely and try to charm my fish by singing at them. I often think it would be quicker to get in the water with them and tickle them out.. Rather than stand there with me rod, fly and wait for the thickest stupidest trout in the West to pass by.

Ella

My dad thinks I am nuts.... so do the fish.