Had a chance to get out to the local river for about an hour yesterday and managed around a dozen bream. These
fish were slamming about anything on top that fell within the shade line of the trees on the bank, where they seek refuge from the heat of the day. These wild
river gills, like the Steelhead of the Pacific Northwest have earned their place in the stream, fending off attacks from wild and surly otters, snakes, gar and
herons that would seek to end their life short. They are magnificent fighters and a treat for the eye.
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