Trouter

This afternoon, my walking companions stayed on the other side of the pond while I walked out to say hello to this man and his friend who were trouting by the river's escape to the sea. (You can see my three companions in the distance, politely waiting for me.)

It was only two degrees with a stiff NE breeze but the trouters were well wrapt in wind-proof gear and sitting in the lee of the barasway. It's a good spot for the trout running in or out Manuels River.

I wondered if they'd caught anything yet. It turned out they were Ukrainian, speaking so little English that it matched my Ukrainian. None. We gestured. No fish either.

I gestured wondering if I could take his picture; he smiled and nodded. I gestured good luck and he said thanks.

And I walked back to the other side of the pond.