Early morning on Volga river

I'm not a real fisherman. I'm just a city dweller. Once I was called to go fishing. I got up at 3am. The sun had not yet risen when we left the boat from the shore and went to the fishing site.
Dropping anchors and installing the tackle, we began to wait for the biting to begin.
From time to time there were bites and we caught a few small breams.
But it was especially wonderful to meet the sunrise. That's very beautiful.

The yellow sun rose because of the lemma and painted the world with all colors.

As a result of three hours of fishing, we caught three pounds of fish. The catch is not big, especially since one fish was more than a kilogram. The pleasure from contemplating the sunrise is incomparably greater.

I remember when I was 13-14 years old, the catch was always from 15 to 30 kilograms. True and on time fishing was more lengthy. Although, I know fishermen who, without a catch, almost never come back. We will consider that a small catch is a consequence of my inability to fish.

But the very fact that you are dragging a fish out of the water that soprativaetsya and does not want to fall into your hands - this is the story of a hunter and prey.

It's amazing how I'm attracted to the excitement of this fight.
A similar excitement happens to me at the sight of some interesting scene. When you see something that you really want to photograph - for example, this sunrise, and get out of the camera and remove the camera, taking a camera angle and pondering the exposure.

And if everything is successful, you get a good photographer, as if, a catch from fishing.