On that summer morning in the Jura Mountains, the lake was both crystal clear and mirror smooth. Michel glided very slowly beneath the surface towards the four pike. 'I was touched by the utter serenity of the scene,' says Michel, 'and the perfect reflections of the fish, intersected by the lines of pondweed.' Trying not to make ripples or bubbles, he stopped breathing and pressed the shutter. 'The yellow pike in the foreground didn't show any sign of nervousness about how close I was, which reassures me that my way of approaching, like a big fish, nonchalant and feigning indifference, didn't disturb him.' The pike, too, was practising the same technique, stealthily moving closer to fish prey.
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