et puis je me suis mis à lire le reste du magasine, je suis tombé en arrêt sur ces 6 rivières secrètes, et bien entendu j’ai essayé de reconnaitre où elles étaient, je me suis tordu de rire en lisant le portrait du pêcheur mythomane, je me suis plongé dans les secrets des nymphes et de l’appétit des truites. J’ai regretté de ne pas avoir de lecteur pour visionner le DVD sur l’Orne…j’ai levé les yeux, j’étais au terminus, seul dans le bus, à 4 kilomètres de ma station, la pluie s’était arrêtée, plus rien n’avait d’importance. J’oubliais, j’avais gonflé la poitrine à la lecture de la remise des Farios lors du Salon de Paris…et la tête pleine de voyages ! Every morning, I zoom down the stairs, get the mail from the mailbox, and depending on the weather, I whistle my way on the sunny side of the street or I jump in the bus for half a mile to my office. This morning I opened the box and I felt under my fingers that thick enveloppe, I immediatly new what it was, just by touching the paper. OUtside it was pouring rain, those march showers. I saw the bus lights and I jumped in it as soon as he was in frotn of me. At those early hours, the bus is almost empty, i sat down and nervously opened the enveloppe. I slowly got out Pêches Sportives #83 !!! It’s been over ten years that I’m doing the same thing, that I have the same feeling, since #1, with Jean François Gaillard on the cover in his red hot shirt ! I coulnd’t resist to start reading all I know is that when I finished going through the magazine, the bus was a its terminal, the rain had stopped, I was 3 miles from my stop, but I was happy, I had read all about the shameless state management of french rivers, but I also read about wonderfull hidden streams and my head was full of big fishes to come !