Aimee and Chase have asked for help to start a trip across America in their VW van, and live up to an illustrious tradition from the ninteenth century pioneers ...
The Hooké guys, who are the luckiest bastards in the whole world, end their season 2 with a bang. A short video to recap all that's insanely cool in their lives...
We have no doubt some of our estimated reader are men of wealth and taste. And if you are one of those, here's something that might tickle pleasurably your buye...
For my generation, Starsky et Hutch was the very taste of the seventies in America, raw, violent, urban and dark. The style was unmistakable, like that mythical...
Pop was hunting rabbits that morning when he heard that loud rattling sound he had never heard before. Now Pop had many fine qualities in him, but a fondness fo...
You know our buddy Norbert Renaud? He's the boss at that pike fly fishing heaven on earth, the Île Verte? It's the kind of job where a multitool will see real u...
Actually, that film is a fine example of everything you should avoid if you want your video to be anything beyond a recording of personnal memories. But I don't...
So, the guys went on their bikes in the high rangesof the Rockies in Colorado, to fish the lakes with flies. Moutain biking, let's face it, has pros and cons. O...
Making a knife, like chopping wood, fly tying, painting a wall, and maybe any task you'll execute with your hands has a lot to do with rhythm. In a sense you co...
Listen, mate. Today is the summer solstice, the year's longuest sky trajectory of that tremendous fusion bomb which detonates upon us for billions of years. Tod...
With such a name, one would expect some feathery rock'n roll on the hook, and that's what you get. It's just like that toxic babe, the illegitimate daughter of ...
Let's make a wild guess: it's monday, and it's outrageously hot in that place where you earn your living, and sometimes, just sometimes you'd give anything you ...
Tom Morgan left us on Monday.
Tom Morgan was alone a whole piece of fly fishing's history, both in the United States and worldwide. Fishing guide in Montana,...
Today, behold the mighty MouchingMobile du jour, the Citroën Mehari, which is at this very moment transporting Cyril and some buddies in the wild ranges of the ...
It's Sunday afternoon and the rocks of your Mint Julep are melting faster than the poles. It's hot hot hot on the water, so hot the fish start talking to you. T...
A video just like a visual haiku, one of those japanese poems in seventeen syllabes, with their unexpected elegance stemming from their brievity. I've said it t...
At Le Mouching, we always loved those moments when, on a whim, you leave your car on the side of the road to check out a curve or a pool, to feel the sun rays, ...
The Balance is a manifesto and a declaration of love. Water reserves control and contamination by industrial agriculture is a problem everywhere. In France, man...
The Peacock Bass Film. A group of nutjobs went to explore the remonte corners of the Colombian jungle, to track peacocks, dogtooth payaras and other crazy fish ...
You don't get anything they say? Well, neither do we. But when a guy talks with such a serene voice in front of an Ardbeg bottle, with fishing gear lying everyw...
(While Cyril is living this very drean in Punta Allen...)
You tell a story in 32 seconds, you capture a dream, the comic, the action, the tragic, and even th...
Our mates at Fly Punk are back with their third delivery of their online magazine. Go read it and enjoy that spirit we love with them: a band of good fellows wh...
The season has started, and soon the fish will start to look up. Then will come the blessed time of dry fly fishing, and the dearest emotions of that sequence e...
In this kind of landscape you'd expect surfers, maybe surfcasters in search of cod or something. But this is different. Three boys, three black shapes with this...
You're off for a backpacking trip. Say, you're up to follow some river in Lapland, or to fish a couple of remote Alpine lakes. In your pocket, of course, a trus...
Christmass happened, and my son dreams about knives. He's growing up, and borrowing one of my Laguiole or my Victorinox will no longer do. He wants his own blad...
We're at the season's end, and we've all been in this situation where the fish (especially graylings) seem to rise on nothing at all. That's when you want to re...
While 2016 still fights its way towards the status of shittiest year in Mouching memory, while we were just recovering from the election night hangover, now thi...
Nowhere, it's just the kind of film we dig at the Mouching. Of course we like pretty images, well done fishporn, and dream destinations. But we've got that swee...
The Roar, it's the sound of the wilderness in Yukon. The sound of the motors of that plane, leaving you to your own devices, hundreds of miles from the cities. ...
A country where geology became an artist, where the lava flows down into the waves, rocks beaten by the sea winds, and those rivers, sublime rivers, the fish th...
Wet of the Week, it's our Mouching way to give a hand to our buddies at Keep'em Wet. Fishporn it is, but of the wet kind: a thousand and one ways to shoot your ...
Some might have a hard time putting it on the world map, and for most I guess it has the flavour of the dark pages of the twentieth century's history. But, mind...
Fishing guides... We know a bunch of them, in France or elsewhere. Most of them are quite cool dudes. Some are dear friends. All of them work real hard, and oft...