Last year me and the wife did a bit of touring around the British Isles. Doing a bit of bird of prey watching.
Stayed in B +B's and small Hotels.
Had all the BBQ stuff, stove for tea making, couple of chairs in the boot, you get the picture, pair of sad buggers sitting in lay-bys drinking tea.
Anyway in one remote area, spotted a golden eagle, we pulled off the road next to a lovely babbling brook. Was'nt long before I was in the stream chasing small trout, I turned over a stone there was a crayfish, then another and another.
Shouted to the wife to get the pan on to boil some