I know some people (but I’m not naming names!) who spend their miserable time making fun of our neighbors, the italians, in unflattering terms: “spaghettis, mafiosos” even stronger terms, but I won’t go into that. One time I even heard a jerk (from Maine-et-Loire) who secretly treated them as towel heads; goes to show what a half-wit he was!
This preamble is to show you a document (for once authentic) that I just unearthed in my colossal library; a document that proves, without a doubt, that even in the domain of fishing, the neighboring dagos are leagues ahead of us.
An Italian Restaurant owner trained his dog to fish.
When the fish bites, the dog barks…