Re: Spearing in Italy
..and here I go. I don't have any habit to take pictures of my catches, especially from the lake. But I asked friends and relatives to peek in all cabinets and this is what I found. All fish caught in lake Garda.
1) Winter black bass (caught 3 weeks ago) 1960 grams, shot with my Mares Medisten 8 meters deep
2) Summer black bass shot with my Comanche 60 in just 2 meters. That was pretty big!
3) Summer carp, shot without intention: it appeared from the murk and my finger pulled the trigger without judgement. The fish has been eaten anyway
I'm particularily happy with the catch in pic 2. This is an italo-american one, same as John Travolta and Danny De Vito (just slightly bigger than Danny...). Buggers like this one have a latin name (micropterus salmoides) and an American descent. They were brought to Italy in 1909. Since then they colonized italian rivers, lakes and ponds all along from the Alps to Sicily. In some provinces they are still called "American bass" (branzino americano), as well as Largemouth (boccalone).
This is one of the biggest I've caught in Lake Garda.
When I got this one, it was soon after the tench breeding season. Tench, a fat european freshwater fish, make love during late spring/early summer in shallow weedy bottoms, and many species of fish soon rush to the area trying to feed with eggs and newborn baby tench: gizzards, bluegill, perch and black bass (i.e. the bloodiest bastards in the freshwater environment) run in numbers to the feeding frenzy.
There is a small beach near my parents' old house, the bottom starts shallow with stones and then goes slowly deeper upon a strange, soft muddy sand, pointed with big boulders and bushes of a high leafy weed that looks like kelp.
I had noticed a big, white, isolated boulder surrounded by kelp bushes and flat sand all around. That could be the ideal hiding for the schools of newborn tench, and where's the prey, there's the prowler.
I swam stealthily till I reached some 10 meters away from the boulder, then ventilated, spit the snorkel and went down. I swam belly-crawly (no fin kicking, just using my left hand) and made a wide loop, then I slowly tightened my trajectory and turned around the boulder. The fish was just behind: he was fat! The shot of the Comanche 60 was slightly high behind the gills, did not crack the spine. The reaction of the fish was strong, pulling very hard, but didn't last for long, luckily.
It ended roasted in the oven with chips, with the compliments of the local Tench population.
..and here I go. I don't have any habit to take pictures of my catches, especially from the lake. But I asked friends and relatives to peek in all cabinets and this is what I found. All fish caught in lake Garda.
1) Winter black bass (caught 3 weeks ago) 1960 grams, shot with my Mares Medisten 8 meters deep
2) Summer black bass shot with my Comanche 60 in just 2 meters. That was pretty big!
3) Summer carp, shot without intention: it appeared from the murk and my finger pulled the trigger without judgement. The fish has been eaten anyway
I'm particularily happy with the catch in pic 2. This is an italo-american one, same as John Travolta and Danny De Vito (just slightly bigger than Danny...). Buggers like this one have a latin name (micropterus salmoides) and an American descent. They were brought to Italy in 1909. Since then they colonized italian rivers, lakes and ponds all along from the Alps to Sicily. In some provinces they are still called "American bass" (branzino americano), as well as Largemouth (boccalone).
This is one of the biggest I've caught in Lake Garda.
When I got this one, it was soon after the tench breeding season. Tench, a fat european freshwater fish, make love during late spring/early summer in shallow weedy bottoms, and many species of fish soon rush to the area trying to feed with eggs and newborn baby tench: gizzards, bluegill, perch and black bass (i.e. the bloodiest bastards in the freshwater environment) run in numbers to the feeding frenzy.
There is a small beach near my parents' old house, the bottom starts shallow with stones and then goes slowly deeper upon a strange, soft muddy sand, pointed with big boulders and bushes of a high leafy weed that looks like kelp.
I had noticed a big, white, isolated boulder surrounded by kelp bushes and flat sand all around. That could be the ideal hiding for the schools of newborn tench, and where's the prey, there's the prowler.
I swam stealthily till I reached some 10 meters away from the boulder, then ventilated, spit the snorkel and went down. I swam belly-crawly (no fin kicking, just using my left hand) and made a wide loop, then I slowly tightened my trajectory and turned around the boulder. The fish was just behind: he was fat! The shot of the Comanche 60 was slightly high behind the gills, did not crack the spine. The reaction of the fish was strong, pulling very hard, but didn't last for long, luckily.
It ended roasted in the oven with chips, with the compliments of the local Tench population.
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