by Heidi Schambra
The day began with roosters crowing, brilliant sun cresting the Tuscan hilltops, and a density of fog collected on the valley floors. Over swirling cappuccini, we were delighted to watch the day arrive from our hotel balcony in Montalcino. The day previously, my husband had emailed Luca in a panic about potential washout—the local rivers were running high and muddy because of torrential rain. “Don’t worry,” he replied knowingly, “the fish will be rising to the dry fly.” And so we began our Italian fishing adventure on the Tevere (Tiber River).