You have been waiting, it’s sometimes too long to wait for us to post something, but this wait, the wait itself, isn’t it part of who you are, of who we are? Aren’t we junkies and we know we have to cope with the waiting before we get what we want? Isn’t fly fishing all about that? That long winter were you have only one thought: the opening! Fishing in the perfect weather? Isn’t waiting part of the process? Laurent was reading philosophy, Romain was fishing stripped baass in tsouthern Brittany, Simon was coming back from Norway and I was fishing in the Pyrenees. But we all had one thing in comom: we were haunted by fly fishing. So for your wait here’s a gem: Fly by Eluos Cire.