Ci siamo, il momento è quasi giunto...domenica al tramonto chiuderà la pesca alla trota...
da quel momento ogni pensiero legato alla pesca correrà all'alba dell'ultima domenica di febbraio, quando finalmente si potranno di nuovo lanciare le esche nei nostri magnifici torrenti alla caccia della Regina...
Questa appena trascorsa è stata per me la più bella stagione di pesca alla trota che abbia mai fatto, non avrei mai creduto di potermi divertire tanto e di poter pescare in posti così belli e così vicini a casa alla ricerca delle trout.
Walking alone at dawn, in the bed of a stream infrascato, with the fishing rod in hand, careful not to make noise, while all around the forest wakes up, reaching the hole, throw, catch up on and feel the blow heart beating a thousand (at least that I can see, then he should go ahead unhook ").... who has not ever tried can not understand, but it's a unique sensation ...
The thought of course every time goes to my dad, who I started the art of fishing and with whom I shared many days on the river ... also because so many trout we have not ever taken in open water ... :)
And to celebrate this season almost over, but especially for once again thank the wonderful fish that have been involved, I want to post this picture, not all, are the most beautiful, larger or smaller, or those taken at times or in special places ...
So once again Thank you to my girlfriend who listens patiently to my excited tales of fishing, Daiwa, which has split and Fenwick, which has replaced it, the reel of the flea market, the 500 I have always worn, the rivers which I have hosted and fish in the hope that more and more numerous and beautiful places to live in increasingly clean ...
PS hold to point out that 90% of the fish to swim in the photo is returned with no problem, someone is over the table and was in any event thanked and honored by myself ...
