There will be a hunter for the fisherman.

I’m not a fisherman, but I sometimes fished when I was a child.
We had on the river "Red" a small such cottage - a favourite place of the sims and kizhuch. And only the shore, under which they loved to rest, was painfully torn. I tried, and so on, but did not reach the loop to the fish to arc. Gambling is gambling. I came down from the shore, I stretch, and I also do not reach, but I slowly so dive. The shoes are already full. Water on the belt. Suddenly I feel a movement on the shore. The first thought, of course, was fish surveillance, it was probably because I was a braconier at the time.
I immediately carefully put the loop on the water and the type is not at work.
By the maximum depicted that I take water procedures here. A little bit of naturalism. With a blessed smile, I raise my eyes and shrink. Because a healthy bear stands on the shoreline and looks at me not very kindly, without a smile. Did I occupy his fishing place, or did he not endure the braconniers at all?
In short, I understood something special and had no time. How I started from place.
I’m not going to go into details, and I don’t remember, to be honest. I remember only that everything was shaking, and I was in the right direction, in the opposite direction of the cosap.
Soon he jumped out on the road, there rested and broke already slowly, at the end of the forces. He did not take ten steps, but two people met him on a motorbike.
They slowed around me, “What are you, they ask, without boots?” I looked at your copper, but there were no boots. Maybe I’ve jumped out of them in the cottage, maybe along the way where they took off, but on the legs, some socks, and those, as a sin, torn. I explained the situation, I say, "The bear is healthy there, don't dry on the cottage. It hurts he is not in the mood today, to see, not from that leg got up." They smiled and went on.
Three hundred meters passed, I turn around, I look back. Without me, I’t have stopped. But they slowed down, rested and did not smile anything anymore. The faces are pale. I ask, “Men, did you get my boots there by chance? They looked at each other:
What shoes, we forgot about the motorcycle!