This is only the beginning of something that’s bound to leave a mark for ever in my fly fishing life. This week-end, I was in Normandie with my friend Flavien Malemprée, and the plan was to go fishing for porbeagle sharks. And we went. Flysharking, as I like to call that rather odd endeavour, is very glamour when you talk about it to your (girl) friends in a café downtown, and makes you in advance a kind of adventurous maverick going for modern times adventures — with a fly rod. Details, as it often is the case, are a little less glamour. Preparing the chum is well on the wrong side of the ugly, then the action consists basically in doing nothing while all those smelly fish particles and oils advertise your shark open-bar operation. You have to believe.
But then, out of the blue (literally) comes the mighty predator. All the seven-plus feet of it, slowly gliding around the boat. And it’s at least as much there to get you than you’re there to get it. I’ve never experienced something like that. The awe. The respect for this fish. Flavien didn’t waste a fraction of a second to think, he jumped on his rod and tried to get the shark to take his streamer. The shark came to have a look (as Flavien neared a cardivascular incident) then went back to the depths. We never saw it again this day.
That’s it for our first try. But we’ll be back, and we know it as a fact: sooner or later we’ll hook one. And all hell will break loose.
This is a gift! It’s bliss, it is probably the most intense films we have at Le Mouching, I am talking about Luke Bannister’ films. They are beautifuly shot, direct sound, no fuss, no hardcore editing, just the pleasure of fishing. We are not saying all films should be like that, we are saying we love his films after watching hours of music videos with big fish caught by screaming fishermen. This is gentle, gentle as mid Wales in May. This is closer to what we know than a lot of fly fishing films. Thank you Luke to remind us that we are only humans.
If you want to go fishing in Eastern Pyrenees, or “Catalan Pyrenees”, we know one guide, Marc Ribot, we’ve been fishing with him for years, more than a guide, a friend and therefore you know you’ll get much more than just guiding. Catalan Pyrenees are amazing, weather you fish on the French part or the Catalan part (Spain). Marc is also a dedicated guide to Tenkara if you’re keen on that method or if you want to try it. Check his new website, and if you’re in that part of France or planning to go… just reach out, he’s one of the best! Oh, I forgot, one of Marc’ssecret is big chums on dry in august…
Are you free this August? Do you have a 12wt and know how to use it? Do you think that science an extra effort, and that there’s no way to achieve efficient protection of a species without a precise understanding of its behaviour? If you check for all these criteria and you’re loaded with cash, you’re just five grants away from the experience of a lifetime with top tarpon anglers in Belize (Adam Marton and Andy Mill, mind you), to catch and tag big specimens with satellite tracking devices. The expedition is organized by the Fieldworkers Club, and it’s gonna be a huge blast.
There’s a few seats left. Wait for me, I’m gonna rob a bank and I’m in!
The best way to visit a country, for us fly fishermen, is to walk along the river and meet the locals. What about following Stephen Haggard, back to Wales?
In the late 60s my father gave me a stuffed trout in a glass case for my birthday. Then I was a mad keen coarse angler, and though my father didn’t know the difference, trout weren’t my quarry. But the gift proved prophetic, and I took up fly fishing in 1979. Now I live in California and chase trout in many lovel parts of the world. Read more…
What is better than Slovenia at early season? Cristal clear waters, the snow from the Alps has not melted yet, trout coming out of winter and looking for as much proteins as they can get, and the warmth of the mediterranean sun shining on the white limestone cliffs. It’s bliss. Add to the picture our friend Lotte Aulom filmed bby her boyfriend Rune Aasen-Vaksvang, and you’ve got a fantastic film, fantastic enaough because it triggersone thing in me: I’m getting a plane ticket asap and I’m going down to the Soća valley!
Where we found Lazaro El Capitán, on board La Carmen, talking about his Pépé poker epic fail, dropping them off on streets…
–It had to be tough, to be docked in remote Hungary…
–Sure was. Pépé hung around the Hungarian docks for a while, or at least he hung around the pubs… Then one morning, he stormed in our small maid’s room, drunk as hell, And he said “ ‘am offf ! ffound myselff a coaler to board on !” Then he slammed the door, and never came back. We only saw him again years later, near Arles.
–He left you stranded, so to say.
–Ha! Yep. So, then, my father and my mother survived for a while by selling products from the Aveyron region on Slavic markets, here and there, where
All of it is there. All of it? Yes, all of it. There is no better film to remind us why we fish. Friendship, brotherhood, great outdoors, and that very peculiar feeling of freedom that one’s can feel when they fish, when you fish, when I fish. The soundtrack is a bliss, the images are beautiful. It’s an advertisemnt film or let’s say it’s a sponsored film, but nowadays, which film ins’t it? This one rocks!
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