Romance For Men Or Female Look At Fishing.

Dawn ... The timid rays of the rising sun paint the clouds in many shades of red - from scarlet to peach, nature meets a new day with dew and bird song ... Mom dear, how do you want to sleep! And this, at least, henna: suddenly the lark that suddenly woke up in an expensive man forced him to blow up in the dead of night - well, you can not really take 5 hours in the morning seriously - and now he is already puffing, sitting in an embrace with a fishing rod ... And why they only Go on this fishing? The main thing is that you can not take a walk in the summer to the beach or just take a walk in the forest - there, you see, there's no Internet, no computer, not even a familiar wheelchair-but it's the first to drag into this dampness. The snow did not have time to get off properly, steam from the mouth goes, and he's all about his: "Spring fishing is the most productive, in April it's time to go ..." But what's left for me? Do not let him go alone ... So sit, feel like a Decembrist's wife ... more precisely, a fisherman! Okay, I'll go and get myself a fishing rod - maybe, it'll get warmer, for good reason, he's grabbing at it ...

He's kicking! No, it really bites! No, this time just did not stir the breeze! What are you standing for, help! What do you mean, pull it out? I would hold this bait in your hands - and that's a feat, and then you'll have to pull it out! So how is it done, you say? Do not touch, I can do it myself! Oh, it turned out! Oh, why does she fight? Is she still alive? It hurts, probably ... Let's let it go back, it's a pity ...

And you know, it's quite possible to endure this fishing ... I've already caught three fish. And even one pike! Small, really ... but the size is not the main thing! My, really, sits laughing with his bucket, well, dashing trouble begins. Moreover, I would have looked at how he himself would cope with his catch. Hmm ... I wonder what kind of fish we caught? It will be necessary, as we will come home, to see new recipes on the Internet. I'm almost sure that the fish needs basil ... What? Will you cook it yourself? Wuhu ?! Do not translate the product, monster! So far, your culinary skills have not extended beyond fried eggs! Where do you even cook this ear? Over the fire? In the bucket ?! It's clear, again, the unloading day ...

Um ... Nyam ... What an appetite! Forget everything I said about the day off - it was a joke. I never suspected of such culinary abilities behind him. All, now we will cook in turn! And the fact that I'm all torn, if such a talent disappears next? Is there anything else left? No? Sorry ... Well, let's go on fishing? How - home? What does it mean home? No, I just went to taste, and he - home! It's too late, you see ... And why did not we come earlier? What do you mean, night? Four hours - the most that neither is the morning! Ah ... Satrap, tyrant, despot ... On vacation to a fishing base in Astrakhan? Does it bite even better? And do you need to go long? Well, I'll think ... Generally, I wanted to go to the beach - to Turkey some ... Ear every day ?! Well, I persuaded ... Only ... darling, will you buy me a new fishing pole? Red is desirable! With this, like his ... spinning! And what is it, by the way? Although it does not matter, I'll sort it out. You just buy ...