No fish inspires such zeal or exacts such sacrifice from its pursuers as the huchen of the Alps. He who would snare a huchen (pronounced Aooken) must fight his way to riverbanks through drifts of snow, shiver for hours in near-zero weather temperatures, often squinting at his line through a needling spray of sleet. For only in winter's nadir does Europe's mightiest game fish begin to strike as it gets ready to spawn in the spring. And only when the weather is abominablevisibility poor, the river lashed by stormwill the wary huchen flash up to hit a lure.
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