Pike.

 Although I most love flyfishing for autumn trout, steelhead and salmon in gorgeous Coastal Pacific rivers and I consider flyfishing for teout the essence of fishing, for me at least, what truly stirs me inside, deep, is the memory of pike fishing on a cold, humid autumn and early winter morning.

It does not matter if on a lake, a slow powerful plain river, a pond or channel bordered by weeds and reeds; just thinking about it brings back smells and sensations from many years ago and, suddenly, it gets me start planning a return to Italy and to the lakes and rivers of my youth.