"The water is still too murky, and trout do not like it." "Then where do they go if they do not like the water?" Egil laughed. He had never thought of that. "Hm. Well, they cannot leave the water. Maybe they look for a place where the water is not so muddy." "But isn't all the water muddy?" "Aye, but some of it is clearer. Maybe I am wrong. Maybe they are there all the time, but they just don't take bait when the water is muddy." "Don't you know? I thought you knew all about fishing. How can you teach me if you don't know?" Egil studied the child's suspicious gaze and suppressed a laugh. "Well, I can teach you what I know, but no one knows everything. And I do not. I'll show you the best ways to catch trout, but even the best ways don't always work. You will have to make lots of mistakes before you learn everything I know." "I don't want to make mistakes." The boy frowned. "But mistakes are important, Liam. It is true with hunting, too. You must first learn what makes noise before you can learn to be silent.
