It’s about one of my hobby. It’s about one of my hobby. One of my hobbies is fishing. It had started when I was a lad. At that time my father had worked at the moorage. I spend most of my leisure-time with him. We were fishing, cooking and taking about many topics. When I had gown I seldom went to fish. There was no enough time and maybe not enough yearning for fishing. On one of my birthday 12 ears ago, my employ had made me a gift. It was a rod for spinning. And all was retuned to me. It’s some thing more then only fishing. It’s not about fish at all. Just imagine: You and your friends are gathering around campfire and taking about same thing very pleasant. You are tired because it was not easy day but you are satisfied, you have a good catch and fish soup is cooking on the fire. And there are silent forest surrounded you. There are no cars, no plants, no noise. There are only friends not strangers. It’s like at mountains. You can talk all night along and meet sunrise together. And maybe at the morning wild boar will walk to your camp to check is it all right in his area. It’s really his island. We are only guests her. Only her you can think nothing. Only her you can here a real silent in your mind. Sometimes it’s necessary for you for make right decision. And then you will come back to home. You’ll be tired and happy.