"Fly Fishing is my life and Bamboo Rods are my passion.
I am grateful for every single moment passed between the chips
or on the banks of a river and
I like to think at these words as my declaration of love to this wonderful material
that fits perfectly the beauty and the
grace of Fly Fishing".
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The sun peeked behind the edge of the Bitter Mountains; a light frost covered lawn around the Little Bridge while I walked on the small path that took me to the river. A black stallion arched his neck with a touch of vanity; he snorts and neighed in the morning fog. I kept walking in the direction of the river and the melody of its nd started to become louder. As soon as I got to the bank a kingfisher whizzed past my eyes at a surreal speed. The creature stops his flight only a few seconds on the branch of a walnut tree. He showed me his beautiful plumage, then, suddendly, he drops upside down reaching the water’s surface.
The river was full of new life……little baetis flying around and magic circles appearing on the water’s surface. I joined in this dance starting to twirl my line on this sweet new rod, dropping it on the water’s surface with my deception made of feathers. First catch, then a second and a third one.
The old walnut tree offered its recovering shade during the hottest hours of the day as I paused to take in all that the river offers. Life is like a river. It runs sometimes out of control but gives us new perspectives as we move forward so tomorrow is different from what we were yesterday…… day by day, bridge after bridge around each bend.
Small nymphs stop for a while on the rocks covered by a few inches of water. Then, when the moment is ripe, they keep climbing to the edge to free themselves from their old appearences. They open their wings just to get them dried and then they fly away.
The fresh air of the evening started to walk along the river banks. It caught me napping under the shadow of the old walnut tree. Wake up, a nice hatch of Rithrogena Semicolorata was beginning.
Big trout are smart Arcangelo said. When they decide to eat on the surface it is never so loud and brash as do the “young boys “. The “old” ones sip gently and patiently, to avoid the possibility of being easily discovered.
This would be the real test for new bamboo rod. I made the first cast but it’s too short, so I did the second one and my fly gently kissed the surface and settled a few inches ahead of the rising fish. It stopped there a few seconds and then apparently breaking the laws of physics began to go upstream, following the flow of the water. Once the fly got to the point where I saw the first bubble it disappeared like it was swallowed by a wide and deep vortex. The following seconds were of total calm, as me and my opponent were anticipating the moves of each other. Then the water opened up and a huge tail came up to the surface; the crazed beast headed for the deep water. She made the first move, now it was my turn. I made two steps and I gently put my rod tip up; trying to avoid my line getting caught in the rocks where she tried to find her salvation. I got into the water trying to get closer but at each step, she started to run with the power of a train. I decided to let her run and burn so energy. Oh the flex of boo!! The inconvenience of that evening had sent her into a rage and I couldn’t do anything but try to limit the damage. Several minutes passed in the battle of push and pull. Then finally I started to feel her force slowing down. She tried the last gasp for freedom but the energy wasn’t as strong as before. She gave up lying on her side as she slid into my net.