I was away in Austria and northern Italy on a family holiday the other week. And no, I didn’t take a rod, although I wished I had because our hotel was just 200yds from a little river that was absolutely stuffed with brown trout. Oh what I would have given for that lovely little Masterline telescopic spinning rod that lay at home, and a reel, line, and a few spinners……
Then, in Italy, we came across this lake that was frozen over. It looked quite beautiful in the shadow of the nearby mountains, especially with the ice sculptures glistening on the banks. Lake Mursinger I think it was called. I walked across the surface and wondered how long it would take to drill a hole. And then if I could borrow some tackle….
It had this legend about it. I can’t remember the details, but it was said that many years ago a young girl who lived in the village could have anything she wanted just by asking her father. 
Then, one day, she asked for something he just couldn’t give her. So she walked up the mountain and cried so many tears they formed Lake Mursinger. Altogether now………Agggggggghhhhhhhh!
