While Cyril is freezing to death in some US ski resort, I can live the life as I please at the Mouching’s headquarter. And that means heat. I dream of summer hotness, and the smell of muddy still waters under the sun. Flycarping for me is first a smell. Not always very pleasant, but it’s also connected in my mind to the excitement of a possible double digit fish that will maybe show me some backing. I’ve never been so lucky as to catch one of these fat ladies, but I’ve had my share of emotions on a Kent pond where the fish weren’t very big, but were angry indeed. I only had my 4wt, and took quite a beating.
O wonderful memories… and beautiful images from Wild Trout Productions. [vimeo=https://vimeo.com/119853629]