Something disagreeable has happened to me.
Something that proves, if one still needs proof, to what point the french administration is archaic and blind. I know that this has little to do with the highly captivating subject of fly fishing, but we must defend the honor of our dear hexagon, our dear France.
Without a word of thanks, nor encouragement, “they” returned to me by mail, the synopsis (see below) which is, if less than perfect, never-the-less superior to a great number of stories that one sees on the big screen (poor public!).
Briefly, the story is as follows: The film starts in an ultra secret tunnel dug in the desert of Nevada. There we find a group of private scientists, encouraged by an oriental scholar; they are on the point of putting the final touch on a discovery that, without a doubt, will devastate the planet and it’s inhabitants. The idea (like all the great ideas) is quite simple.
Simply put, these scientists have developed a variety of food products that have the property of being entirely digested by the body without any waste product. No more time spent in rest-rooms. No more suspect traces on the back crotch of your pants; a real liberation for humanity. Whats more, little by little, it seems that what we call the asshole will serve no purpose. Because function creates the organ, a theory, not out of the question, is advanced that this orifices will end up by disappearing from our structure. Thanks to a spy (magnificently played by Juliette Binoche) the manufacturers of toilet paper got wind of the research in the Nevada laboratories. A war without mercy takes place. Homosexual soldiers are at the forefront of the fighting. Action, non-gratuitous violence, love scenes exactly as they should be. There you have it; the broad strokes of the scenario that they refused.
Normally, this little corner of the river is my secret domain. Rarely are there other fishermen and even more rarely are there troublesome bathers to scare away the fish that amuse themselves playing in the rocks.
But this particular morning (morning, but not too early, after all…) the goddess bitch of the rivers decided otherwise, as demonstrated by the couple of immigrants from the Pas-de-Calais, their kids and their obese, menacing dog. The dog, with his olive green coat, made me think he was from the extreme right. The man, who was around 53 years old, looked at me like I was an old rusted can-opener abandoned near the water by campers. Read more…
Anton Schwartz was an old childhood friend. We often made fun of him and called him “Anton Noire” (children can be so cruel). When he was young he happily sowed his wild oats but his encounters with the justice forced him to join the Colonial forces where he brought honor to France. All of our colonies in Africa (center and north), in Asia (Tonkin, Viet Nam and others that I won’t even mention), held no secrets for my friend. He could tell you stories for hours, his voice often breaking with emotion. One day he invited me to the “Mousmee” bar where he the following story. “My dear Fleche, like you, I am crazy about fly fishing; it’s a most instructive passtime and I have a story that I think you’ll appreciate. It took place ages ago on my return from the war of Tonkin. On the shores of the Red River I had fallen head over heels in love with a delicious native whose singular name was “Long-Long”. She was an magnificent local specimen and I brought her back to France along with the whole tribe of her brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts and all the rest; you can take it from me… that was an enormous pack of yellows! It will come as no surprise to you that the surpassing culinary passion of these people is for fish. They consume enormous quantities of fish morning, noon and night. You can well understand that given the prohibitive prices of these acquatic beasts, whose freshness in our sinister french fish markets was relative, that these poor asiatics were in tears. And Fleche, you know me, you can imagine how the chagrin of these people broke my heart and gave me considerable, unexpected, inventive resources to render life supportable for my friends…. I am certainly, first of all, a christian. Well, it’s no secret that the women in that part of the world possess hair of an uncommon finess, length and solidity. Read more…
Are you ready to rock? THis is what a fishing contest looks like when you put our friend Marc Crapo along with our buddies from SCOF...for the famous Hardly Strictly Musky Southern Classic ! There’s not a lot of fish, but there is a lot of action!
[next part EFTTEX]… the super realistic flies from J-Son, the new fly collections from Turral and FullingMill that are more and more targeting new species (especially carp), the very welcoming Costa and Buff stands, our friends of Scale and FishMe, Rudi Heger and the super waterproof Patagonia bags that he loves so much, Christer Sjöberg and his trips, and all this with crazy casting sessions with Eric Arbogast!!!
Say hello to Hilda. This plump and flowery redhead, fruit of Duane Bryers‘ imagination, is not averse to touch a rod on occasion. You’ll see her here from time to time.
Ready for the best pike flyfishing movie of all time? Holy shit that’s awesome!! Niklaus Bauer and Micke Nilsson are back with FlyTV to bring us fishing loads of huge pikes on the most beautiful flies in less than one meter of water. The images are gorgeous, the takes on slow motion are breath taking!! They explain many things about the gear they use, how they fish, it’s not only the parade of the big scales, you learn a lot in this film. And have you ever seen a ten inches streamer tied one meter behind a ten inches popper? I haven’t!!
After the MiniMag’, the BVK, the TiCrX, Temple Fork Outfitters continues to surprise us with their new series : the Mangrove. This series is said to be handy with big flies (popper, big bugs, and other bulky kind of things) but with a rather fast action, and pretty tough to face the badass conditions of predator flyfishing. A true saltwater rod, that has more and more fans in the pike flyfishing world… And what’s coming in our mind is « You bet !!! »
The Mangrove is rather sober, with a nice burgundy blank, a cool signature, old-school american style. Ok, we may not be blown away by the aesthetic of the rod in its whole (for this price, we may not ask for the Moon) but everything is clean and nothing looks bad. The handle doesn’t move, the reel seat seats the reel, and the ligatures and varnish are well done. The varnish of the blank is a little bit special, it is supposed to help protecting the blank against potential impacts of a leaded fly. Well, that is surely true, but since it’s only supposed to help protecting against impacts, and not guarantying against impacts, you won’t blame me if I didn’t actually tested this particularity. The guides are also designed to be resistant to the rude fishermen that we are, and to the braided backing that run way too often through the guides in saltwater.
A particularity of this rod (as for many other TFO rods) is that they come without a tube. For me, and for this article, this is very convenient because generaly, there’s not much too say about the tubes that come with the middle-priced rods. Appart from the fact that it’s here, and that you can store the rod in it. Read more…