04/07/2008

The time of Italian summer truffles has come!! Happyness!
Now stop rain, much sun, very hot. And truffles borns. The trees gives its fruits; not in the air, in ground.
Go. Car, dog, little spade and ... many, many leg.
Yesterday afternoon, me and my dog Filù (female) have gone hunting truffles in forest of oak and stone (nocciolo in Italian language). No other trufflers. Good. We go on the hill and Filù begins to search the truffle. It is very beautifull look her when works. Nose in ground, good walk and many passion. Lagotto Romagnolo is the best truffle dog!!
It is a good day because truffle has born. Filù finds one, two, three ... many balls. Dimensions are good, as eggs and bigger. We stay in this place about 30 minutes when I hear the sound of a car. What is it? Little time and I look a man that has come on the hill with his jeep. Shit, also in the forrest I find stupid people. All the poetry has ended and the poet (me) fall. And what this man has coming to do? Ah, he is a truffler. Many compliments from the category!! He will be a modern hunter, whit a great mechanic horse and little brain!!
I give him a cold greeting only, I recall my dog and come back. I hope Filù has found all the truffles, so the modern hunter and his dog will see only the close holes made by Filù!! What a nuisance, will they have!