I and my
teammates, consisting of a forest range officer, junior engineers, and a driver, were
on an excursion one fine Sunday to Chamkhar
chu and a nearby small stream. The day was filled with joy. We collected fern
and mushroom. We tried our luck to bait trout. Not for killing and eating, but for outlandish
study by an engineer! It was a long wait sitting on the huge boulder, eyeing to feel
the jerk. There was no bite.
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| Crab found in Sibjigang stream |
We went on to a small tributary. We left no stone unturned in search of trout to
see what it really looks like. I heard it is among the most delicious fish. Finally,
we got one. The ranger confirmed it to be snow trout. I photographed it.
In the meanwhile, I posed for photographs with fish on my palm. I directed my driver to focus on the trout on the palm with a blurred background. The fish was stifling without water. After a few shutter sounds, I said, "It is ok, enough. The fish is dying."
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| Snow trout found in tributary of Chamkhar chu |
After a while we rested under the cool umbrella of a huge tree. We drank Foster and juice to refresh ourselves. I was going through the photos snapped during our course of
exhaustive search for fish.
'Where is my photo with fish?' I inquired of him. 'Here,'
he pointed to the photo below after scrolling a few.
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| A gift or token of remembrance. Simply cool!! |
I was like,
WHAT?!!!, after seeing the photo. He was simply smiling and said, 'Keep it as a
token of long remembrance, sir.'
