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Schleswig-Holstein, Germany
My favorite streamer.
He'll outlast everyone and win.
He sees traps from miles away.
I want to be him.
We met some hunters, as kind as can be.
No snarling, no sneers, just smiles and charm,
With muddy boots and open arms.
They didn’t ask for crawfish stew,
Or spicy gumbo’s southern brew.
Instead they said, with shining eyes:
"Got Buletten? Maybe fries?"
"Those golden ones from swimming pools,
Thick-cut, hot, the German jewels!"
They dipped in mayo, shared their plate,
And talked of hunts and twist of fate.
So raise a toast if you should roam,
And meet strange friends away from home.
For even bayou hearts confess
They crave a taste of German Imbiss!