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We always imagine our fly fishing trips to be a cake walk where toes wide open on the sandy river bottom, buttercups carressing our legs, we wuld catch big trout slowly coming on our mayflies proud as the morning nightingale. Than laying on a thick moth by the river bank, drinking a dark tea and smoking a cigare from Havana we would look at the fish feeding on flies, just for our pleasure. Than we would head home where food will be a feast! Well that’s on our wildest dreams, the reality is often different, for instance, look at those guys from FinFollowers in Lapland. But the good news is that we always adapt, no matter what!<\/p>\n