Chers Mouchings, comme vous avez été sages tout au long de l'année, oncle Flèche vous raconte une belle histoire de Noël pour vous distraire et vous faire rêve...
At last a nice story on Le Mouching, and it's about time! All they do is post flyfishing films! They forgot that you like to read stories and the craziest, the ...
"My home river" by Flechemuller
My favorite river has a spot that is pure gold, not any bigger than a pocket handkerchief but tranquil beneath the June s...
That particular day, fishing was of a deplorable mediocrity. So I decided to pack my bags and with my usual elegance, climb the little hillock where I had park...
I was just about to stick my fork into a wing of the Garlic Chicken that my adorable wife had cooked up for me when the telephone rang, it stopped my salivating...
I would bet my right hand that few of you have passed your fishing vacations at Krosno Odrzanskie.
Never the less, if there’s one place in the world of barbare...
Each time that I return from the bakery on my bike, my wife says: “My darling, it’s incredible, but each time you go for a ride on your bike, your little belly ...
On the day that he retired, my father sprinted to the nearest vender of boats and immediately replaced his worn out old boat for another, a brand spanking new o...
We live in a period that some already call the "Tragedy of Modern History" and of that, my friends, there is no doubt.
The climate of violence with which we ar...
"Hello my little Fleche?… It's me, your Grandma… Listen my little Fleche… I always read your stories in the Mouching… Yes, I really enjoy them… especially the o...
I had just put my feet under the table for a romantic dinner with my adorable wife when the telephone rang, jingle-jangle:
"Hello! Fleche my Chicken (I hate whe...
"DAMNED!", I thought, almost out loud, at the sight of tourists wading in the water of my secret spot; no longer secret. I'll just go and take a look further do...
As soon as the rain stops, I have only one thought: jump on my lovely Honda 125 and let her take me to my beloved river's edge. Of course from time to time I g...
Francois Sardi ia a really nice guy. No one has ever called him a "Rocket scientist" it's true, but he is always smiling and that, for us, is what counts. And a...
Today is about freedom
If destiny allowed you to be born free and a creator, with all that the word comports of strength, of possibilities and of danger, you w...
Usually when I leave my studio to go fishing I'm not very talkative. I'm not exactly a bear, but to clear my head there's nothing better than to concentrate on ...
Flèche wrote this story at the "begining" of Le Mouching, when we only had a couple of readers and when we were still only speaking French. Now ,Flèche has tran...
In October, in New York, it can still be summer. The leaves of the trees turn red like the cheeks of lady bugs, the girls offer us their tanned legs and when th...
Traditionally, after the market on saturday morning, I offer myself a cold beer at the "Cafe du Midi".
That's where I was, when I saw Alexander.
Because of his...
When the tourists pack it in, the river returns to it's original state: paradise.
Like that morning, alone, standing in the water; I was having so much fun, li...
They came from France, Gilbert and his zaftig girlfriend; they came to go salmon fishing with me. They came 3,728 miles, plus an additional 4 hours by car (from...
When I first arrived in New York, many years ago, with a little sack the color of a mildewed aquarium as my full set of luggage, I didn't have even a shadow of...
Junior, everyone in the neighborhood knows and adores Junior. We should mount a statue with flowers for my friend, for his services rendered to the community. T...
When I discovered the piece of ginger nestled coldly at the back of my fridge, I was filled with regret. The poor morsel had it's members trembling with cold. A...
When I landed in New York for the first time, Helene Valentin, a french artist who had immigrated to the Big Apple years before, gave me the lowdown on the best...
In the Hotel Lutetia, as on all monday mornings at 6 a.m., we have a staff meeting at the offices of le Mouching. Cyril, rising from his imitation Louis XIV ch...
I know some people (but I’m not naming names!) who spend their miserable time making fun of our neighbors, the italians, in unflattering terms: “spaghettis, maf...
Usually I avoid wedding invitations, baptisms, and other joyous occasions like the plague; except this time it was different. It was the marriage of Mick, 68 ye...
This morning, right after a small drink to pick up my spirits (half Philippine Rum, half dry white wine) I received a message from Stan, our celebrated spy in N...
We just opened this letter sent by Mister Louis Daur, rue Pure Sinistre, Longwy (98)
Dear Mouching,
Whenever my wife (Jeanne) gives me permission to open your ...
Dear Friends,
Something disagreeable has happened to me.
Something that proves, if one still needs proof, to what point the french administration is archaic a...
That morning was certainly one of the most beautiful mornings of the day. The reason being that I was in my river, my docile flyrod in hand and two voluptuous ...
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