European Trout-cation

I could hear it. It was coming closer. And there I was: alone in the woods, halfway across the world, holding only a fly rod.

It wasn’t even that great of a rod.

10 years ago I went to Italy. There was culture, cuisine, and an ill-fated fly fishing adventure. Hear me talk about the fish, the fishery, and the fishing guide that made it such a bizarre story. Also, learn how I escaped the aforementioned, tense situation.