When you’ve got it in your blood, when it takes everything you have, when nothing else matters, you’ve got to go fishing, nothing will stop you. Self portrait of Cal Clarke. How lucky is he?
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!
This is obviously the next fly fishing “niche”, a lot of kids are coming to fly fishing because they love the gear and the philosophy, but many of us do’nt have the luck to live by clear streams filled with trouts, and carp is just the most comon fish, you find it everywere. So ther’s no better playground than a river full of carp and you you think it’s an easy fish to catch, these beasts are picky and pull like a tractor once you hooke them! Great film, lot’s of fun, let’s go carpin’