Frank Schlichting fishes on the Alster. He thinks it is so varied that he calls it the “Amazon of the North”. A visit to the water.
On a Saturday afternoon, Frank Schlichting (56) is knee-deep in the Alster. We’re not talking about the dammed pond in the heart of the city, the angler lets his glittering fishing lure fly upstream on the river of the same name further north: “You could stand in the twisting current!” “They” are the perch, anglers say “stand” when they mean “swim”. For the man in full fishing gear – from waistcoat to waders – a perch fillet fried crispy in butter “can’t be weighed in gold”.