The last contest – November 2010

The last contest I attended in Romania was Amida Open.I care very much about this contest because we fish pikes.Pike fly fishing is a continuous challange.You never know where the pike lies hidden among the grassess, what does it eat , at what depth does it stay. There are a lot of questions  and it’s up to you to find all the answers. It’s not an easy thing to fish pikes with lures but fly fishing pike it’s a little bit complicated.Besides the flies which must be lested or not you need to know also how to use different flylines from sinking to intermediate .You have to know also how to use floating lines or floating lines combined with sinking leaders. You have to fish depending on the place you fish.

At Cehu Silvaniei I met a deep lake with a maximum of 1 m, full of submerged grass, which forme  some true underwater islands.The water was crystal clear towards the dam and a little bit muddy to the lake bottom.Some areas were large mats of algae and were covered by only 10 cm of water. The conditions were difficult if you had never fished before in such conditions.

The technical meeting was scheduled on Friday evening.Everybody was talking phrenetically about  techniques and mounts.Some of us were drinking beer and some of us were smoking .We begin to make the groups and of course the draw was made .This time everybody had a contribution to the draw.It lasted until  midnight until all have  left to their rooms and begun to tie with passion. We managed to sleeep at 4.30 am.

In the morning there were minus 4 degrees , a cold wind, quite sharp, but clear sign that if the sun would arise it might warm outside.We went on the lake, we assembled our  boats, we changed lines between opponents and jokes between friends, some of us were drinking coffee.

The lake was divided into 2 parts: the tail of the lake with a side full of reeds and less water and the lowerdown part ( at the overflow) with slightly deeper water and less cane. The monsters were there..they were waiting for us. The contest started..after 10 minutes I had an attack..but I missed problem..I was fishing with the right flies…I launched three times in the same place..I had an attack again..I hooked..I drilled..and off it goes into the underwater grass..I didn’t like that.It was not a big pike but I would have scored at the bigining of the first round of competition. I looked to my right and left. Nobody had seen anything at all.They were all fishing phrenetically. Ok !I changed the streamer. I had fished with a double tail of rabbit zonker 2 hacks one made of buck tail and one maid of a white with orange marabou.I replaced it with one streamer made of flashbou and I begun to fish slower. I had seen that the water was very cold and they did not attacked very voracious.That was a sign that they were apathetic. It was a correct decision.In about 10 minutes I had a stronger attack.I was drilling..I was keeping the fishing wire streched..i was raised the pike from the water bed…I was able to see it. I saw it somewhere in the 50-60 cm. I put my hands on the fish landing..and the pike detached from the hook…I swore…I shaked… I did not know what was wrong because I did everything correctly.That was it.I tried to calm down. I looked around me.This time they had seen …I had a drill…they started to fish more motivated. Ok!I changed the direction of fishing towards the left bank.I was fishing with the same streamer.I  had  not had not even one  attack for an hour and a half.I kept changing retriving styles and streamers.At one point a pike was hanging on my hook. I got it out of the water.. I called the referee.It was about 45 cm.Someone next to me caught a pike about the same size.Until the referee came I got another pike out of the water.Two contestants were already heading to where I was fishing.They had seen that I caught better than in the other places.When the referee had about 5 m to reach me I got another one out of the water.They were all amazed.This pike was smaller than the others but I still put it in the net.. I measured all the pikes with the referee. Only two pikes scored. The guy to my right had one pike and I had two pikes. The score was one to two for me.My neighbour was moving towards the middle of tha lake. After about 15 minutes he pulled out of the water a pike of 72 cm…great..nice fish.But I saw that he had not a very good casting. He had not covered all the right side, plus he had had several failures.Therefore I moved to the right. A light wind started and when there were 25 minutes  until the end of the first stick I hooked a 50 cm pike .I measured the pike and I told the referee not to came because I didn’t want him to bother my water.I put it in the net and I started fishing again. When there were only 10 minutes until the end of the first stick I hooked another one.That was it. There was a two hour break.We ate and then we came back to the lake for the second stick.This time I competed in the other side of tha lake where were reeds and shallow water.In that morning there were more contestants who hadn’t caught any pike.So it was going to be difficult.We begun to fish and I hooked a pike in 15 minutes… I driled and I droped the pike into the grass..not again…I didn’t discouraged. This had happened before. But this time it was not quite the same. In the morning there had been intensive fishing.Pikes were disoriented and frightened.Until the end of the stick I did not hook anything and nobody else did.The sun was going down. I knew it would be a drastic change at sunset.I was waiting for it. And so it was. When the light begun to fade the pikes were out for attack. Shoco was fishing right in front of me and at one time he had an attack..he dropped it…then Zoli had an attack  from the reeds..he drilled full of emotions…he pulled it out of the water..64 cm…nice.I had an attack at the surface too but the pike missed the streamer.I launched again. The pike made a wave. I could have seen its head from the water coming to me.. I hooked.. it jumped out of the water with the streamer in its felt and it detached from the hook..unbelivevable.Everybody was shouting like they were at a football game. Zoli came closer and he pushed out of the water another one..50 cm.It was 2-0 for him.There were only 15 minutes left.It was getting dark very quickly.The chance to catch anything was decreasing. I had two more attacks as spectacular as the first one.Suddenly a huge wave came to me from a submerged bush.It was coming directly to my streamer.I slowed down the retrive.It was really close…maximum speed. I stopped the streamer because I wanted the pike to catch it…it was hooked…yes!!!..I was drilling ..cheers from the back…the boys had seen what happened.The pike was coming to me.I turned to another submerged bush.I succed to turn it back.I was looking for my fish landing but I could not find it..oh my God it was in the water and I was not allowed to put my hand on the fish.The rules were: I had to take it out of water with a fish landing.Otherwise I did not score in the contest.The boys wanted to give  me their fish landings, but again they were not allowed.So , with the rod in one hand and with a oar in the other I begun rowing .I thought I saw my fish landing but it was just a it was all in vain.The boys were shouting :  ” Use samething from the boat “…good idea…I took the life jacket from the boat and I put it on the water.That’s how I took the pike out of the water…everybody was shouting. It had 67 cm and I had the second place.

In that night I tied other kind of streamers on same other hooks.It was samething wrong with the others because I lost so many pikes.

Next morning I was fishing on the tail of the lake.After an hour and a half of fishing I caught the ” crocodile”…77 cm.

And that was it. I took the first prize and the  prize for the largest catch. I have to tell you that it was a friendly competition but the atmosphere was tense.I hope that Shoco is going to organise some more pike competitions because they are special and I hope that you will enjoy them too.

Winter steelheading 12.07.2010

“This translation is  a dedication to Jordan”

Winter came . Besides the cold weather and the wind the snow has come.However we went fishing.You can not sit at home and think that the steelhead swim in rivers increasingly more.I think we got a nice weather considering that last week the wind blew at 30-40 miles.

The river was quite clear and slightly lower than last time.However, water frozen in the rings pretty quickly and the streamer turned into an colorful icicle in less than a minute.We had to use a good equipement ( thick fleece underwear, windstopper hat and neoprene gloves) otherwise you might just not last a full day. But Canadians have a saying: ” Crazy weather , big fish, good friends. Sametimes it hurts, but I love it” I fished the river in the same area  last time.I now insisted more on each site.We were four fishermen: me, Jordan, Brent and Josh…so we split into teams of two.Me together with Jordan went up the river.We have left to the others about 500 meter of river untouched.We entered the water.I fished with nymphs one side of the river and Jordan fished with streamers the other side of the river. After we changed several flies we went further up the river.I had the first attack on a large and deep eddy. It was very strong but I missed.Jordan had an attack too but he failed to sting. He was fishing with a black wooly bugger with orange ball on a hook rod 6 with 3  long.I kept on fishing and in five minutes I had a new attack.I sting and there it was…I felt it was swiming down the stream as they usually do..I let it go…It was taking fishing line..then it came out of the water and shook its head nervously…it felt with powerful sound and my fishing line broke….that was it…it was gone…the fishing line was 0.16 mm thick. It shouldn’t break but it was obviously too thick for this  fish. ” I have the satisfaction that I saw it” I said to Jordan…we laughed both and we left further . I changed the tippet with another one. This time I put 0.18 mm.I had to be sure that it won’t break again.I put on a black stonefly hook 8 with two balls in a tungsten 0.3 mm. At the end of the fishing line I put a little orange and yellow eggfly hook right type of rod 12.We arrived at another eddy.It was deeper.It had about 2 m depth.We applied the same strategy. He was fishing upstream downstream with streamer. I was fishing from the side in cehesc downstream classic style with nymph. As I was fishing I got immersed in water up to waist.Half a meter under the water in front of me was a black silhouette, about half a meter ….it swam lazily without truly care abuot me.I cried ” What a hell?” and I was immediatly out of water . “Calm down! It’s just a muskrat…We don’t have aligators here” said Jordan laughingat me.The muskrat went quietly and above 10 m it come to the surface.I can tell you that it’s not nice at all to see such an animal passing by you, although they are so cute at first sight.When swimming under water looks quite fierce. Because there was no movement we followed the stream upwords..Instead of nymph I put on a streamer .After 15 minutes of fishing in a place with only half a meter water I had a strong attack…It was pulling the fishing line out of my hands. I stung and the reel begun to make noise. The reel wire ran…It was a strong fish. I expected him to jump out of water but it did not…instead it took the hill with speed…after a while I managed to stop it. It counters me…I’m not impressed. It changed  immediately its strategy and it started coming to me quickly.It was climbing the river like a undermine. .I was collecting desperately the fishing line to keep the line streched hand…It changed direction towards the opposite bank..I was finally able to see him…That was could not make it any more. It raised to the surface . I pulled him to shore and Jordan helped me as he always does. He caught the fish tail gently but firmly.The first fish we caught that day was pulled ashore. We took some photos and we released it quickly.We moved forward but now we were fishing more enthusiastic. We found a place with deep water. The water was quite fast.There was a large tree felt across the river .We begun to fish and we covered carefully every half a meter of water. The weather conditions worsen, the wind was blowing stronger,more snow was falling. We kept on trying.I had an attack again. A fish decided to bite and the denim started.This time my partner was more agile…it had a better rhythm.It crossed the river zig zag several times…it was struggling  nervously…It jumped out of the water twice …it could not bite the hook well. In several minutes ( which always pass yery quickly) I managed to remove a fish from shore. . It was smaller than the first one, but it fought as well as the first. It deserves  its  name :steelhead.We took a few photos and then we released it. We shook the snow and kept on fishing. The weather conditions worsen.The wind was not joking with us .The fishing lines frozen faster. The rings were full of ice all the time. It was no use cleaning them.During recovery of the wire rod the forefinger gatherded ice..It was becaming harder to fish , but we kept on fishing.I said to Jordon “I have the impression we have to stop because we might not find our car”.He agreed and we disasembled the fishing poles. I won’t tell you anything about the way back through snow knee. But I can tell you that we were able to find our car.This is the winter steelheading and I can tell you that I like it a lot

Winter steelheading

S-a instalat iarna aici pe langa frig si vant a mai aparut si zapada. Noi totusi am iesit la o partida de ai cum sa stai in casa la gandul ca in rauri inoata din ce in ce mai mult steelhead. Am prins o zi frumoasa, zic eu, avand in vedere ca saptamana trecuta vantul batea cu 30-40km/ora. Raul a fost destul de limpede  si putin mai scazut decat data trecuta. Totusi apa ingheta pe inele destul de repede, iar streamerul se transforma intr-un sloi colorat in mai putin de 1 minut. Trebuie folosit echipament bun, underwear din fleece gros ,caciula windstopper si manusi de neopren altfel nu prea ai sanse sa rezisti o zi intreaga. Dar canadienii au o vorba:” Crazy weather, big fish, good friends. Sometimes it hurts, but I love it.”







Am pescuit in aceeasi portiune de rau ca si data trecuta acum insa am insistat mai mult pe fiecare loc. Am fost patru pescari: eu, Jordan, Brent si Josh asa ca ne-am despartit in echipe de cate doi. Eu am urcat cu Jordan mai sus pe rau, lasandu-le celorlalti aproape 500 de metri nepescuiti sa se poata desfasura in voie. Am intrat in apa, el pe o parte cu streamer, eu pe cealalta cu nimfe. Dupa ce am tot schimbat muste si monturi am mai urcat pe rau putin. La o bulboana mare si adanca am un prim atac la nimfa… puternic de tot, dar il ratez. Imediat are si Jordan un atac pe streamer, dar nu reuseste sa intepe, avea un woolly bugger negru cu bila orange pe un carlig de 6 cu tija 3x long. Mai insistam si in 5 minute am un nou atac…intep este acolo. Il simt cum se incoarda pune pe curent cum numai steelhead-ul stie sa faca …il las sa mearga… ia putin fir…apoi sare din apa scuturand din cap nervos…cade cu splash puternic si linia mea se rupe…gata s-a dus…era 0.16mm. Nu ar fi trebuit sa cedeze, dar era clar prea subtire pentru el.” Macar l-am vazut la fata!” ii zic eu canadianului …radem amandoi si plecam mai departe. Schimb tippetul cu 0.18mm, sa fiu sigur ca nu se mai rupe si montez un stonefly negru pe carlig de 8 cu doua bile din tungsten de 3,8mm si pe capat pun un eggfly portocaliu cu putin galben pe carlig tip de 12 tija dreapta.

Ajungem la o alta bulboana, de data asta mai adanca, avea in jur de 2 m si aplicam aceeasi strategie : el de sus in jos cu streamer, eu din lateral in stil clasic cehesc la nimfa.Pe masura ce pescuiesc tot inaintez in apa pana ajung scufundat pana la talie, moment in care la o jumatate de metru in fata mea pe sub apa apare  o silueta neagra, bombata de vreo jumatate de metru…inota alene fara sa ma bage in seama. “Ce draq?!” urlu eu si  din doi pasi ies din apa pe mal. “Calm down!It’s just a muskrat… We don’t have aligators here. ” zice Jordan razand de mine evident. Muskrat-ul isi vede de treaba linistit si mai sus la vreo 10 metri de mine iese la suprafata. Pot sa va spun  ca nu e placut deloc sa vezi ca trece pe langa tine un asemena animal, desi ei sunt simpatici asa la prima vedere , dar inotand pe sub apa arata destul de fioros. Nu mai avem prezentari si mai urcam putin. Schimb si eu la streamer sa ma mai incalzesc putin si dupa vreo 15 minute de pescuit intr-un loc cu apa de numai jumatate de metru  am un atac puternic. Imi smulge firul din mana pur si simplu. Intep si mulineta incepe sa caraie deruland fir. E puternic. Ma astept sa sara din apa, dar nu o face …in schimb o ia la vale cu viteza…il opresc dupa o vreme..imi da cateva contre…nu ma impresioneaza. Isi schimba strategia imediat …incepe sa vina spre mine rapid..urca pe rau tot mai mult…adun fir cu mana diperat sa tin linia intinsa… isi schimba directia spre malul opus si …il vad in sfarsit..gata… nu mai ridica la suprafata. Il trag spre mal ,iarJordan ma ajuta ca intotdeauna …il prinde de coada cu grija, dar ferm. Primul peste al zilei scos la mal.

Facem poze si il eliberam rapid.

Mai inaintam pe rau pescuind mai cu incredere. Gasim un loc adanc, apa destul de rapida si un copac mare cazut de-a latul raului. Incepem sa il pescuim cu streamerele acoperind atenti fiecare jumatate de metru de apa. Incepe vremea sa se incrunte …vantul se inteteste si cade zapada. Insistam. Am un atac din nou..intep hotarat si incepe drilul. De data asta am un partener mai sprinten..are un ritm mai bun…traverseaza de cateva ori raul in zig zag…se zbate nervos. Sare din apa de doua ori …mnoooo…nu scapa, e intepat bine. In cateva minute(care intotdeauna trec foarte repede) il aduc la mal. E mai mic decat primul, dar nu a fost mai prejos cu nimic. Isi merita numele de steelhead.

Dupa sedinta foto urmeaza eliberarea. Ne scuturam de zapada si continuam partida de pescuit. Insa vantul nu are chef de glume se incrancena tot mai tare. Nici zapada nu se lasa si creste si ea in intensitate. Firele inghetau mai repede acum …inelele erau pline tot timpul de gheata, degeaba le curatam. In timpul recuperarii adunam gheata pe degetul aratator…era din ce in ce mai greu sa pescuiesti…dar noi insistam. Ii spun la Jordan “Am impresia ca trebuie sa ne oprim… sa reusim sa mai gasim masina totusi” . E de acord cu mine si ne demontam sculele. Despre drumul inapoi prin zapada pana la genunchi nu va mai povestesc…dar va pot spune ca am gasit totusi masina.







This is the winter steelheading si va pot spune doar ca imi place la nebunie.

Ultimul concurs

Ultimul concurs la care am participat a fost Amida Open, un concurs drag mie pentru simplu fapt ca se pescuieste la stiuca. Pescuitul cu fly la stiuca e o provocare continua, nu stii niciodata unde sta, ce mananca, la ce adancime. Nici la spining nu e usor dar la fly treaba se complica mai mult, pe langa mustele folosite care trebuie lestate sau nu ,mai trebuie sa stii folosi si diferite flyline-uri de la sinking  la intermediate si de la floating simplu la floating combinate cu leadere sinking. Totul trebuie  setat in functie de conditiile de pescuit de la locul cu pricina.

La Cehu Silvaniei am intalnit un lac cu o adancime de maxim 1 m, plin de iarba submersa,  care forma adevarate insule subacvatice. Apa era limpede cristal in jumatatea dinspre dig si putin mai tulbure spre coada lacului. Unele zone aveau  covoare de alge intinse si erau acoperite doar de 10 cm de apa. Conditiile erau dificile daca nu ai mai avut de-a face cu asa ceva.

Vineri seara intalnirea obisnuita pentru sedinta tehnica. Toata lumea discuta frenetic despre tehnici si monturi. Se impart beri si tuici se aprind tigari.Incep sa se faca grupe si bineinteles ca se trage la sorti. De data asta toata lumea are un aport la tragerea la sorti.

Totul a durat pana pe la 12 noaptea cand fiecare sub un motiv sau altul s-a retras subtil  in camera si au inceput sa lege cu patima. Noi am reusit sa ne culcam pe la 4.30…dupa ce am “distrus din nou camera”.

Dimineata super frig -4 grade, vant taios, dar senin semn ca daca ar rasari soarele s-ar putea incalzi. Mergem pe lac montam barci, facem monturi… replici intre adversari, glume intre prieteni, cate o cafea “imbunatatita” pe la cine avea nevoie. Lacul era impartit in 2 parti:  cea de sus(coada lacului)  cu o latura plina de papuris si apa mai mica si cea de jos (la deversor)cu apa putin mai adanca si maluri mai curate adica putina trestie. Monstrii erau acolo…ne asteptau.
Incepe concursul … Dupa 10 min am atac …ratare… nu-i nimic inseamna ca am ce trebuie…alte 3 lansari in locul respectiv atac …intep…dril …si…scapa in ierburi. La naiba! nu era mare dar as fi punctat la inceputul mansei.
Ma uit in stanga si in dreapta mea… nimeni nu vazuse nimic toti pescuiau frenetic. Ok! Schimb streamerul, dadusem cu un duble tail din zonker de iepure cu 2 hackle-uri unul din buck tail si unul din marabou alb cu portocaliu, pun unul cu mult flashbou si incep sa pescuiesc mai lent. Vazusem ca apa era foarte rece si dupa cum atacase stiuca nu parea foarte vorace semn ca erau apatice. Decizie corecta. In 10 min am un nou atac de data asta mai mare;  drilez mai mult tin intins tot timpul ridic stiuca de pe fund o vad undeva pe la 50-60 cm …pun mana pe minciog….si??!!!… se desprinde din carlig. La naiba! Injur …ma agit …  ma enervez cumplit… nu stiu ce am gresit ca practic fusese ca la carte. Asta e! Incerc sa ma calmez, ma uit la ceilalti …de data asta vazusera ca am avut un dril…incep sa pescuiasca mai motivati . Ok ! Schimb directia de pescuit mai spre malul stang, las acelasi streamer. N-am mai avut nici un atac timp de o ora si jumatate, timp in care am tot schimbat steramere si stiluri de retrieve. La un moment dat agat o stiuca…o scot…chem arbitrul…estimez cam 45 cm. Se mai prinsese langa mine una tot cam asa. Pana sa ajunga arbitrul mai scot una …deja se indreptau spre locul unde eram inca 2 concurenti…vazusera ca prindeam mai bine decat in celelate locuri. Cand mai are arbitrul vreo 5 m mai scot una…toti perplecsi asta era mica dar o pun in juvelnic totusi. Buun… masor cu arbitrul: 2 punctau una era sub masura. Cel din dreapta mea avea una eu doua …conduceam 2-1. Vecinul se misca mai spre mijlocul lacului…si dupa vreo 15 min scoate una de 72 cm superrrr taree. Dar am vazut ca nu avea un casting destul de bun si nu acoperise toata zona din dreapta, plus ca avusese multe ratari… in consecinta ma mut mai in dreapta …incepe un vant usor si cand mai sunt 25  min pana la la final intep hotarat in 50 cm de stiuca…o scot la masurat si ii fac semn arbitrului sa nu vina ca sa nu imi strice locul.. o pun in juvelnic si continui…cand mai erau 10 min mai scot una de dimensiune si cu asta se termina mansa .
Pauza 2 ore mergem la masa  apoi ne intoarcem pe lac pentru mansa de seara. De data asta concuram in sectorul cu trestii si apa mai mica. Aici de dimineata dadusera gherla mai multi decat la dig. Deci avea sa fie greu. Incepem sa pescuim si in 15 min agat o stiuca …o drilez si… o scap in iarba…din nou !!!… nasol…nu ma descurajez asa incepusem si dincolo…dar de data asta nu era chiar asa …apa fusese super batuta stiucile erau dezorientate si speriate. Nu am mai avut nimic pana aproape de sfarsitul mansei, nici ceilalti…soarele se apropia de linia dealurilor… stiam ca avea sa fie o schimbare drastica la apus …o asteptam.Asa a si fost …cand a inceput sa paleasca lumina au iesit la atac. Shoco pescuia chiar in fata mea, la un moment dat are un atac …o scapa … dupa aia  Zoli are atac dintre trestii …dril cu multe emotii …o scoate …64 cm. Am eu atac in suprafata… sare cu putin pe langa streamer…lansez din nou …vine cu valul in cap vreo 3 metri si ataca …intep …sare din apa cu stremerul in gura … cade si se desprinde din carlig. Spectacol!!! Cei care pescuiau in centru la insula incep sa chiuie, sa faca urale ca si la un meci de fotbal. Zoli se apropie de zona mea si mai scoate una de vreo 50 cm … era in avantaj clar 2-0, mai erau 15 min …se intuneca rapid… scadeau sansele sa mai prind ceva. Mai am vreo 2 ratari tot asa spectaculoase. Apoi …dintr-o tufa submersa apare un val imens…mergea direct spre stremer-ul meu… incetinesc retrieve-ul… se apropie tare de tot …viteza maxima, tensiune….il opresc sa-l poata lua. Se opreste in el … L-a luat!!! intep puternic …esteeee!… drill …Urale din spate de la baietii care vedeau tot ce se intampla. Stiuca vine spre mine … se intoarce spre o alta tufa submersa … reusesc sa o intorc si caut cu mana stanga minciocul… stupoare!!!! minciocul nicaieri.. cazuse in apa…NU CREEED! Shoco incepe sa urle “Daca nu il scoate in mincioc nu puncteaza”(adevarat scrie in regulament)…atunci incep sa urle toti care mai de care “Hai sa  ti-l arunc pe al meu” … Shoco din nou ” Nu are voie nimeni sa il ajute, nu poate nimeni sa ii dea nimik in timpul mansei” … incep toti sa urle “foloseste ceva din barca …fa ceva ”  intre timp eu vasleam disperat, cu o mana, spre o umbra care am crezut eu ca e minciocul dar nu …era doar o trestie… ce sa fac????? si vad in barca vesta de salvare… o arunc pe apa si se aseaza ca o saltea de primire la crap… trag stiuca pe ea si o ridic in barca UUUUURRRRRRAAAAAAAAA!!!! Toata lumea urla si aplauda !!!! BETONN!!!. Punctez cu 67 cm si obtin locul 2 in mansa .
Seara la pensiune scot tuicile pe masa, bem cu totii si depanam toate minutele din manse. Pe la 2 noaptea ma duc in camera si mai leg cateva streamere dar pe alte carlige. Cele pe care le folosisem pana atunci clar aveau ceva ca prea am scapat multe  stiuci.
A doua zi dimineata pescuiesc pe coada lacului. Dupa o ora si jumatte cand sa se termine mansa prind “crocodilul” de 77 de cm .

Si cam asta a fost concursul. Trebuie sa spun ca atmosfera in acest concurs a fost una deosebita… tensionata dar cu iz de friendly competition. Sper ca Shoco sa continuie seria concursurilor la stiuca pentru ca este ceva deosebit si voi sa va bucurati de ele.

Cateva poze aici.