LOT RIVER OR LAPLAND ?

Yesterday, with Flèche, we took our flies to the river, on Le Lot, by Saint Côme. It’s where I learned to flyfish, casting on fearful chubs, learned how to delicatly drop a cdc in front of a scareful brown. I spent days and days on that river.I know every rock, every tree.it’s MY river. So after we had a little pâté, Fléche and I went fishing there. It started badly, I had left my wading boots at home…drying… Hopefully in the car I had an old pair of hipwaders…so warn out they had no sole anymore… it was just like ice skating…Hopefully Flèche was there and lent me his arm so I could wade the river… After 4 ours of fishing, I had caught a 10 inches brownie and a stupid chub…Fleche didn’t do muche better… a couple of baby trouts and a fistfull of chubs… That what was left from MY river… which like all french rivers is getting poorer and poorer every year… So back to the car, we looked at each other and said: “next year, we’ll go to Lapland !”[vimeo https://vimeo.com/46136755]