Again a hot day and so it was off again to catch chub.
My go to spot was again void of fish, at times it would hold fish but the last couple of weeks it was empty.

I was just barely entering the meadow at hotspot number two when a lady walked towards me asking to look out for some escaped cattle from her farm.
When I asked what cattle they where looking for the surprising answer was water buffalo, never knew they had them overhere.

The second spot only yielded one attack on the hopper and I noticed far fewer
fish than usual suspecting the waterbuffalo had choosen this hot day for a
bathing session in the stream.
Anyway I did not spot the buffalo’s but a lot of farmers and cops looking for the cattle.
Not the solitude I came for so I thought I would enjoy a pub visit more.
On my way back throug the fields I saw that the farmers had at least one of the buffalo’s captured.

When I finally arrived at the pub I cherised my dark Weizen beer and off course the tomato-mozzerella entree just to keep in line with the buffalo theme.