I was missing one single fish before October: the saddled bicher. But alas, midnight rolled around, and it is now gone... until June. JUNE. I'm a purist so TT is a no-no, and fishing on Southern Hemisphere islands ruins the fun; I want it to come from MY island.
To all my fellow purists, do you ever just have moments like this that just make you regret everything you've ever known?
Or is it just me?
To all my fellow purists, do you ever just have moments like this that just make you regret everything you've ever known?
