Fishing Rod

Lake Sils was my childhood playground. As a boy, I always accompanied my uncle, Rudi Walther, on his fishing trips. Recognizing my talent, Rudi gave me my first fishing rod. With my little rowboat, a gift from my father, I was already out on the lake constantly at the age of seven. From time to time, I was caught by the fishing warden, who would scold my parents: “Can’t Antonio at least stop fishing when I come around?”

Antonio Walther, Plaun da Lej