Somewhere deep in the forest somewhere flows a dark mystic river. With some big shy golden trouts. Getting down to it is an adventure in its own. And once you get there you are met by trees all over the place, growing all the way down to the river, not a single man made casting canal any where. And it is deep, very deep at places.
You can get out a little bit, perhaps a meter or two, wading.
If you don’t master the roll cast – don’t even think about going there.