Writing is good.
She holds the pen trained.
Let's do it again tonight, the memory is still strong spent the morning.
For days I wanted a little 'spatriare "(a term of pure culture of Bari). Many of my friends have spent the last few days out of town, while others are now on the snow for the bridge of 'Epiphany. Unfortunately I have not had a chance, so I am limited to spend holidays with family and my party. Others have "aggigghiato" (another concept of popular culture Bari) with alcohol, drinking, burping and devastating vomited with trains of the ball at midnight.
I felt the desire to enjoy this new year with a nice bottle of champagne accompanied slices of panettone.
My insane and crazy custom to bring some 'of the chilled trout pandoro festive repeated itself, like last year, as two, three, four, five, six, seven and eight years ago when I organized a joke boga-fishing on Christmas Day. What memories ... all etched in my mind, that peek in these days of celebration, sometimes filled with sadness, so much repressed desire of other fisheries.
What better way to begin this 2011, if not with a mega trout to Lake Graziella Benevento?
The idea of \u200b\u200bthe trip does not scare me. Grind 320km round trip is now a standard for our Sunday dedicated to the sacred lake trout.
Wake up at 5.
House Leofishing to 5.30. Departure
Bidumba hours and taking of 5.40.
drive along the A16 Napoli Canosa when it is already dawn. After passing the junction of the Apennine section Candle starts, what I love most about this highway. Quick turns, to deal with quick reflexes, especially between Laceby and valleys, when you go up and down with a very high slope. At six in the morning, heavy fog, which requires me to drive carefully. It's cold, the temperature is between 1 ° C and -1 ° C. At the crossing point of the valley before the long tunnel (there is also a webcam on the website of Autostrade), the thermometer indicates -3 ° C.
We have chosen the perfect day ... like last year, when caught with the steaming lake and 4 degrees below zero.
spent the last highway shows that there is still sleepy town, that in a few hours they will drink a hot cup of coffee while we fish sticks Findus frozen. Becchio a camera (no fine, the limit), then move on from 'Autogrill Mirabella that brings to my mind the many stops made during my business trip to Nola, dating back three years ago. A few miles further on the exit to Benevento, and finally, our lake, the Graziella.
Today, fortunately, there were few people. We are on time, the thermometer is still below zero to -2 ° C and the clock strikes 7:08.
90 minutes by car. 240
fishing. Again
90 minutes by car to return.
Who we do it?
We are sick? Yes, fishing. And more ... (But I will not name, now you know - you know my father too).
The lake is almost frozen.
There is fog, lots of fog, which recalls to me a few lines of Pavese and pastures. A mist to be understood as a metaphor, protection and isolation, which brings in me a feeling of loss because I find myself catapulted into a surreal dimension of fisheries. This shadow extends sugar fishermen on us if we make it a reality 'because that blends well with the fragrant air of the river heat, which flows less than fifty meters away. One can see landscapes, verdant hills and bare trees. You will hear the voices of the other fishermen and the noises of a hard winter, this lake and a steaming
muffled mood that I feel more of a mystical gift of nature that a disadvantage for the fishing action.
Eh ..... I know when I find myself in these situations my pen starts to rant. E 'stronger than me. now, after the events of nearly a year ago, I live my passion with introspective decidedly different perspective. Simply put: do not give a damn about rods and reels attitude. (We did this for years - draining our economic resources and fighting like hell to those who had the barrel more expensive) Our task is to tell and let everyone know new places, without the jealousy of wanting to hold on the spot. All this with the utmost commitment both on the photographic, video and literary strictly free and usable by novices.
I took some photos, which show only a few moments of fishing. Then the video, this time in collaboration with "the secrets of our
Leofishing ," now our reigning champion of the medicinal lake trout.
We've taken a lot of fish, many of them. Twenty-nine trout, all with a portion followed by the monster caught by Leo. Then return with a stop at the famous roadside restaurants (which no named first) for "pee" and clean their hands stinking trout. Souvenir photo that will guard jealously in my room. Our faces are smiling and evident air of serenity. We
us. We are a trio. The trio
cursed, that somebody is still unable to digest even with acute doses of Geffer.
everyone toasted the other day at midnight.
Although we did.
But this morning our toast was not wasted. A trout that has not happened since March.
This part 2011 with a bang.
Now it's your turn. Come fishing with us and have fun, our team never stops, even with the thermometer below zero!
