Nelle Valli Bresciane – Episodio 38 | MI DICHIARO INNOCENTE

November morning. Balto and I enter the woods with that perfect feeling, the one that needs no explanation: something could happen today. And indeed, it does. Three woodcocks, three clear encounters. Three real situations, the kind that make you live the morning to the fullest. There were all the opportunities, but the final result didn't come. One part in the dirt, one long, one that was played in an instant and then disappeared into the woods. And here's the point. I declare myself innocent. Because it wasn't a bad morning, nor a bad morning. It was a morning of true hunting, where everything happened but not everything was over. And while outside they keep saying there aren't any woodcocks... that morning, Balto and I encountered three. And in the woods, this never goes unnoticed.