2012 Cabela's B.A.S.S. Federation Nation Championship
Wheeler Lake - Decatur, AL, Oct 25 - 27, 2012

Days of Wow

Marco Cambi, the carpenter from Florence, Italy who fixes works of art.Don BaroneMarco Cambi, the carpenter from Florence, Italy who fixes works of art.

“…these are the days that will last forever…”

“I…a carpenter…”

And with his hand he pretended to hold a hammer and knock on wood.

“…fix things…you understand…”

I might have, might not have, won’t admit to any of that, but I did ask, “Do you build houses…?”

And the carpenter just looked at me.

Knew I had asked him something, but didn’t understand.

The carpenter’s name is Marco Cambi, the Italian Champion Bass Angler from Florence, Italy. Great angler, not so great with English yet.

It took him 19 hours IN THE AIR to get here, “We went first to Bologna, Italy…then Frankfurt, Germany to Charlotte, USA and from Charlotte to Hunts…Hunts…Huntsville…we flew.”

All the time we talked, in his hands he twirled fishing line between his thumb and finger.  Held the line with the reverence of the Maestro holding the baton.

“I…you know…restore…fix…”

“Oh cool, fix what.”

“Frames…I restore frames…wood frames…my sister she fixes the painting, me…I fix the frame.”

Marco and his wife, live in Florence, Italy and they restore paintings…actually to be more precise…they restore…treasure.

Works of art.

“I fix frames…restore…fix…the frames…frames…oldest I fix…16th Century…frame…me…I fix.”

In his fingers, hands that can fix 500-year-old wood, in his fingers the fishing line still twirls.

And then the twirling stops, his head lifts up and he looks past me to all the other boats in the yard, all the other anglers working on tackle, and his fingers are still, and the line sparkles in the sun, and a smile breaks out on his face.

Translation, not needed.

And as I start to walk away, the line glints, and starts to twirl between the fingers of the carpenter that fixes masterpieces.

“This,” he says to the universe, as much to me, “I…you know…how you say…eccitato…

I have no idea, but Marco does and he wants me to understand….

Eccitato…thrilled….I thrilled…” and then he gestures with his free hand to, out there, the boat yard, the tournament.

As I walk away, this is the last thing he says to me…he points to his chest and says, “Me….me…me…”

And finally this, “me…..dream.”

“Dream.”

Days of Wow.

The secret, is to know one when you are standing in it.

Tim Dycus does.

And so to does, Marco

Days of Wow,

in the masterpiece,

called, Life.

“…and you've got to hold them, in your heart.”

"These Are The Days"

Van Morrison

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