The meandering glacial river washed past, and the mist that hit my face was like a cloud of ice fog, so cold it was startling.
Bi Fang stood quietly on the shore, like a stone Buddha.
"With streams this shallow at the edge, if you touch them directly with your hand, the fish can sense it very quickly, so it's best to use a wooden spear to strike directly."
Bi Fang tightened his grip on the Stone Spear, staring at the glacial river, his eyes burning with intensity.
Under careful observation, he quickly made a discovery.
A large fish, about the length of a forearm, was quietly staying in a crevice close to the shore. Its white-spotted gill cover was slowly opening and closing without any sign of the impending danger.
Bi Fang did not act rashly but instead sneaked up to the rock, coming up behind the big fish while he explained the technique of spearing to the camera.
