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We just got this letter.
Dear Mouching,
I am one of your most loyal admirers and it’s for that reason that I am writing you today. I cannot give you my name, n...
It happened in the Clermont-Ferrand Train Station. Installed at the bar (please note sirs of the SNCF, the bar is miserable!) with difficulty, I was swallowing...
“My love, what do you think about our going to YOUR river tomorrow and you can teach me the rudiments of the famous fly fishing?”
On hearing this announcement I...
We take pleasure in publishing this letter that we have just recieved.
Madam Nicole Esterole
12 rue du lait Condense
Saint Ferme
Dear Sirs at le Mouching,
Four ...
“The earth is a planet that is more and more dangerous.” said, with justice, the dear departed Ravaillac (1577-1610). That is why, in order to protect ourselves...
At that time, my wife and I lived in a former church that we bought for peanuts. (See “PINE HILL MEMORIES”) The church was tucked into the Catskill Mountains an...
Very old friends mine had invited me to dinner which; the dinner had been perfect. The Foie Gras of Duck in Papillote and the panade of Truffles on a bed of Po...
Last week, wanting to do a stupid test, I asked our chief secretary, Josette, what she thought of Corot.
She paused and whispered, in the manner of Lauren Bac...
It was in 1987 that we found the church; it had been used as a storage space by the local firemen for their cruddy material. Hoses, hoses and more hoses and axe...
Just beyond the Chassezac Bridge is the village of Maisonneuve and every time I cross the village, it is an immense pleasure. Not that the village is particula...
We just received this letter that was sent by Mr. Jean-Jacques Paul, a retired missionary who lives at 26 rue Tabaga at Lens-le-hout and we couldn’t fail to sha...
The meal had been divine. We might have abused the famous YAMAZAKI, that extraordinary Japanese whisky, for the pupils of my friend Cyril indicated that he was ...
"I'll pick you up around 9 a.m." My good friend Stephen McPherson dosn't lie. At 9 on the dot, the gravel in the courtyard of our house was crunching as he pa...
"I am so happy to have you all here for dinner tonight!" exclaimed Colette Vogin (assumed name) raising her glass of Chateauneuf-du-Pape. We did the same, all o...
Many moons ago (as my Cheyenne friends like to say), I wrote a story in this blog that was absolutely true (more or less), about fishermen on Lake Titicaca (Bol...
I had been in the river for quite awhile, just beyond the little cascade where I know that a band of fish take their siesta. I had taken a sleeping few and pea...
At the time that this story took place, my wife and I lived in a disaffected church in the Catskill Mountains, three hours from New York City. We froze our buns...
Today I'll not sing to you about the acne of young wild trout, nor of the teething of bonefish, nor of the legendary rudeness of tarpons.
And I'm sure that you...
At the end of the meal, my friend Jerry Ballow went to his armoire, pulled out an old bottle of Armagnac and while pulling out the cork he said:
"My dear Flech...
"We'll meet on tuesday morning at the Pontoise docks around 11 in the morning" Jean told me.
You'd better believe that, that day, I was on time. The reason is ...
Rene... every saturday he was at the les Vans open market. He sold his eggs on a small folding camp table, next to the stairs of the church. There were never mo...
Yesterday the storm finally calmed down. So we left our office in the capable hands of Zulfizar, our new secretary from Ouzbekistan and we left to go fishing....
To be invited to dinner at the home of Marvin Chase is a special occasion in the life of a fisherman. Even a mediocre one like me.
I must say that old Marvin w...
We have just received a fascinating letter and take pleasure in sharing it with you.
Michel Misucre
19, rue du meurtre
Orvaire sur Oise
Dear Mouching,
I ...
We decided to renovate our ruin, an ancient house for slaves, rotten to the core, bordering the Roundout Creek and hidden deep in the forest in the Hudson Valle...
We baptized it "River House", our patched up shack on the river two hours from New York. Not a very original name to be sure but we didn't care. It was a house ...
The great God of thermometers gave us a real gift yesterday, sunday. Instead of the habitual blizzard of the season the mercury brushed up against 71°.
To sta...
Everyone knows (even you) that the TIKTAALIK, lived about 375 million years ago, give or take a couple of years; fossils show a skeleton that proves wit...
A few months ago when the Minister of Ecology presented himself at our offices, we immediately stopped picking our noses and gamboling with our secretar...
Thanks to the progress in modern technology, it gives us great pleasure to reproduce here, a letter that we have just received.
Dear Mouching,
Proud t...