HeWhoWatchesOverSteel6So many have fallen for the magic and the beauty of Oregon’s North Umpqua river and its steelhead. Some keep coming back, doing their pilgrimage year after year, others have made roots in or near the valley and cannot possibly live in any other place. One of those is Lee Spencer, a very special man, who after years of fishing North Umpqua Steelhead on a fly, has converted into becoming the watcher of Big Bend Pool in Steamboat Creek, the main spawning tributary for North Umpqua Steelhead and off limits to anglers.

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During the migration season, Lee and his faithful and beautiful dog Maggie keep a close eye on the fish in that very famous pool in the creek, welcoming visitors every day . Eric Arbogast and his Mrs have had the chance to meet and fish with Lee in the main river, who, for the sake of the fish, only uses flies with clipped points… no need for Lee to hook the fish any more.

You’re gonna find two great footages of this exceptional character: HERE

Further information on North Umpqua’s conservation measures and its legendary status among fly fishermen worldwide can be had at North Umpqua.org and also at Steamboaters.org


Scale is out!!! The new issue is burning our eyes! The best magazine for spinning and fly fishing has just arrived in your screen to deliver your dosis of happyness. Don’t waist anymore time, just read itSCALE #14!


The Drake 9th FlyFishing VIdeo AwardsThe best of the best, la crème de la crème, that’s how we consider the films that are in The Drake FlyFishing Video Awards. We owe so much to The Drake that it is logical that you go on their website to spend sometimes watching all those films. Perfect for a Sunday and congratulations for Tom Bie and his friends to grant us the privilege to watch all those films. You should also suscribe because it’s just one of the best Fly Fishing paper mag!


It’s always difficult to buy flies on the web, you see a picture and most of the time you have no idea what they really loook like untill you receive your package. Of course when you buy main brands such as Puglisi or Rainy’s you can’t go wrong! I love the idea of this European shop (Spain Portugal France) Fly & Flies to show us what they have in stock and what the flies look like!


The music will probably make your ears bleed, and the resolution sucks, but man, those rivers are so beautiful, I’m really glad Damien Brouste found someone to shoot him while fishing there. Go check his website here, Brouste is a kind of fishporn prodigy.


Here’s a nice video dedicated to the golden bone, aka barbel. It looks a lot like flycarping, except for the stream parts which I must say made me salivate a lot.


In my book, the conditions can hardly be better: water but not too much, no wind, fine weather, a wild place in the woods, trouts rising to dry flies, that you can fish with really fine tackle, even glass of bamboo if you fancy it… The very essence of the art.


Le mouching, fly fishing, redfishThis morning, right after a small drink to pick up my spirits (half Philippine Rum, half dry white wine) I received a message from Stan, our celebrated spy in Niceville, Florida (one doesn’t invent a name like Niceville!).

“My dear Flèche,
Come right away, the Gulf of Mexico is filled with Redfish. Even you will be able to take them!”

It’s true that the last time that I made a round-trip from Brooklyn to Niceville to go after Redfish, it was pathetic.
“Flèche, Flèche, whispered Stan, look over there… Under the dock, near the pillars… REDFISH… a fucking big one… cast your fly to the left, toward the beach… now slowly strip, strip, strip your Clouser minnow!”

I don’t remember if I’ve already said, dear readers, but I’m pathologically clumsy and added to that, I have the eyesight of a mole… that which will arrive, arrived. My nasty fly landed on the other side of the dock and promptly scared away the laughing fish.

At that moment I saw gray smoke shooting out of Stan’s ears. A little like what comes from the chimney of the papal conclave when they elect a new pope. Stan, well-mannered like most Floridians, restrained himself from flooding me with insults, which were entirely merited for on top of my clumsiness, it was our lunch that passed under our noses.

I can already imagine the hackles rising among you: “What! One of the creators of le Mouching eating a fish? Mercy, shame on him and all his descendants!”

To which I respond, with my operatic voice: “You gang of… (censored). It’s clear that you have never tasted a Redfish (a species that is not endangered, as the video that follows will easily prove!). There is nothing better in the WORLD! Heavily grilled on the outside and almost sushi in the inside, it gives you will have a small idea of what certain oriental sages call “Nirvana”. Even a torrid night with Cameron Diaz is nothing next to a mouthful of Redfish.

The message of Stan was accompanied by a “very amateur” little video which made me understand that, without skipping a beat, I had to break my piggy-bank and get myself on a plane to Niceville, Florida.

Stan, my friend… get the rods ready, put gas in the tank of your boat, HERE I COME!!


Fall will be upon us very soon, and we’ll be all thriving to explore windlanes on those beautiful still waters surrounded by great landscapes, quietly rowing on a blue boat called Betty.


Come with us, we’re back up North, in Norway, with André Folkedal for even more wild rivers and beautiful rising fish.