Rodolfo Grassi, President of Federcaccia Milan and Monza Brianza, has released a statement in view of the Christmas holidays: “The finger slips on the fogged glass and becomes the pencil of memory that reveals strange stories of us. They have moments of disappointment and anger, enthusiasm and discouragement and we experience their contradictions as if they were - and for us they are - a privilege unknown to others. Why always and in any case our horizon, spied from the shed or lost in a flight, has the unspeakable charm of hope that never goes out. The hunter, each of us, loves animals and perfects the tools of capture as if he wanted to imprison a dream, for him more limpid than a desire for crystal.
He helps them in the calamities of the great frost and listens anxiously to the voices of the hounds who have lost track or announce the imminent arrival of the hare at the post office. For this reason, every hunting memory told on the white page of the glass is both real and deceptive. Like the intriguing image from a lying mirror or a faint watercolor painted by the light in the woods. The protagonist of an ancient fairy tale, the hunter pursues an illusion born with him in the woods or swamps, meadows or along the mountain paths and never leaves it like a tender shadow of the spirit. And it is the charm of a return to distant emotions and unknown paths of the soul because every hunting trail - and never no one will be able to tell him a liar - it is first of all a journey through the forest of one's emotions.
Slowly over the years people (or public opinion if you prefer) have acquired the awareness that the authentic hunter has one social relevance: he becomes a sentinel, almost never believed, of an environment in fatal and rapid decay. Too slowly we realized that the fireflies are no longer the uncertain lanterns of the dark, the swallows scream less and less in the August skies and the robin, in the autumn twilight hardly ever receives an answer to his last song of the evening. The world, that of a hunt made up of sensations and amazements, of dreams that go away with few flights destined to become remote raises the doubt that the noise raised by the defense of animals wants to make us forget the not distant days of Cain. Merry Christmas friend hunter to You and to how many you want and they love You. With the usual friendship and a dear thought ".