The gel peixca activitat no és per a impacients, menys faces in these moments de l'hivern, with very few hours of daylight, and even less with the weather we're doing lately. Spending hours to sense or planted in the same place, looking through the ice in a foraet twenty-many degrees below zero, waiting to hear the end of the thread of my fish, it can destroy any nerves. I do not know where the mind fills the rest of people doing this, if you believe in something, or if they left the brain as the landscape around them, completely blank, or speak with the snow, or who knows. Even when a company is going to peixcar in one place makes a hole in the other makes it far enough as to be impossible to talk to, and anything that involves movement of the fingers (I sometimes thought to bring me a book) is impossible with one hand you hold the cane, and the two of you in a warm mittens that make it impossible to move pages. Whenever you go is getting up-'n each time you need to pass a leaf, but is neither comfortable nor is nice, so yes, very cold.
In my case, except that I came close sometime in the foraet dogs too and I'm afraid that is entangled in the legs or should I stick to one that tries to eat to the bait, I devote to non-mentally and around a muscle-menejar make shopping list, or change the distribution of four home furniture, Heat me with the brain plans and possibilities of the future, or demananr him to Our Lady of pique that some fish turn a whore, yes, this is what most do, as if I concentrate Goku doing a Kame Hames has and softly murmure ever to "pique algunooo that he was perfaa perfaaa algunooo that pique, pique that VAA perfaaaa algunoooo hòstiajaputospeixosfinlandesosjodeeeer" for hours and hours, sometimes successfully, sometimes not, what my little resistance can not stand the frustration, putting me in a nasty epic that only happens to me a good hour-and long-sauna with all extras (calentet chocolate, cold beer, sausages roasted on the rocks, vodka, Banyets hole in the lake, reshuffle in the snow, up flagellum with branches, good conversation ....).
This round I also think that some day at some point in my life I have a blog that I would devote all the time, and mentally I write, I tell ya, after twenty posts with everything I say on here about this, THIS IS Lapland, MY FRIEND! but I have no minutes on the hour to say this but now I'm just saying.
Ice fishing is not for impatient activity, let alone in these times of winter, with very few hours of daylight, and even less with the time we are doing lately . Spend hours sitting or standing in one place, staring through a hole in the ice at twenty degrees below zero, waiting for the end of the thread feel the bite of tiny fish, the nerves can destroy anyone. I do not know how the mind fills the rest of people who do this, if you think something, or if they left the brain and surrounding landscape, in black at all, or if you talk to snow, or God knows. Even when one goes fishing in company, one makes a hole in one room and the other does far enough to make it impossible to speak, and anything that involves movement of the fingers (sometimes thought I take a book) is impossible with a hand have to hold the cane, and the two of you in a warm mittens that make it impossible to turn the pages. You always have to go takin one every time you need to move on, but it is neither easy nor pleasant, because yes, it's cold.
In my case, and removing a time when the dogs got too close to the hole and I'm afraid that entanglement thread or I will get kicked one that tries to eat the bait, I am dedicated to mentally-all without moving a muscle, making the shopping list, or change the distribution of the four household furniture, warm their brains with plans and future possibilities, or to ask Our Lord to a goldfish chop the fuck up, yeah, that's what more I do, I concentrate like Goku doing a Kame Hame Ha , and whispered so softly "v to pique algunoo porfaa that goes algunoooo porfaaa that pique, pique algunooooo vaaaa hostiayaputospecesfinlandesesjodeeeeeeer porfaaa that "for hours, sometimes successfully, sometimes not, so my little resistance frustration can not stand, putting in a bad mood epic that only happens to me with a good, long-hours session in the sauna with all the extras (hot chocolate, beers, sausages on the rocks, vodka, dip in the hole in the frozen lake, romps in the snow, flagellation with twigs, good conversation ...)
This time I also thought that some day at some point in my life I had a blog that I do not spend all the time wanted, and I wrote, mentally, and I say a dozen posts in the head with anything that would mean on here about this, THIS IS LAPLAND , MY FRIEND! , but not the hours for tengo minutes later saying that that these Estoy ahora mismo diciendo.
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