On a beautiful autumn day when we are out in the shed looking for old clothes and cans, we find a tired Villmarksliv from 1977 with an article with a picture of a fellow who has caught a trout of six kilos on a dry fly in an unnamed river in Eastern Norway. In our manic search for the river of our dreams, we sneak in brook trout fishing in Southern Norway, eating plaice at roadside inns, visiting a fortune teller, grayling fishing in Trysil, whitefish fishing in the Åkrestrømmen and trout fishing at Røros, before it all culminates in Hemsedal and Hallingdal. We grow significantly as people in these weeks, and Bård gets his theory that cows are dangerous to life confirmed. (7:8)