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We never carried our catch home, instead we always ate what we caught that day. Nothing beats the taste of fresh trout, filled with a little sliced lemon, sprinkled with ground black pepper and then grilled in aluminium foil in the glowing coals of a camp fire. Absolute bliss.
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