A long walk, a forgotten area, fish left to roam in peace.
Two Roe Deer stop in their tracks, eyes fixated.
An angler here rare....
Despite the barrier, despite the footfall required, I had a job to do.
A Zander to be caught....
And what Zander wouldn't like it here, a tangled mass of roots, a hideout for its predatory pursuits.
Floats in place, smelt on both, a bite within five....
A small one comes first, a better one second.
That will do, a blank avoided, sanity restored....
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