Here’s a nice video dedicated to the golden bone, aka barbel. It looks a lot like flycarping, except for the stream parts which I must say made me salivate a lot.
Less than five months after Elwha dam was taken down, King Salmon have been spotted going upstream! It’s a first since 1913!! It’s so cool!
“Return of the River” elwhafilm.com
It’s hot, so hot, you cannot help sweating and looking for a cool spot under the fan, the ice cold beers you’re drinking cannot beat that heat. Tomorrow you’re going to try the catch the fish of a lifetime. In the meatime, you’re in the club called New York in Cotonou, Benin, crossroad of all the best west african musics, the rythm is taking you to the dancefloor, will you still be able to go fishing tomrrow? It doesn’t matter, nothing matters, you’re happy, it’s hot and you’re happy! Right click to DOWNLOAD
From Paris Dj, with LOVE:
Analog Africa Selection Vol.5 by Déni Shain & Samy Ben Redjeb
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In my book, the conditions can hardly be better: water but not too much, no wind, fine weather, a wild place in the woods, trouts rising to dry flies, that you can fish with really fine tackle, even glass of bamboo if you fancy it… The very essence of the art.
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 Niceville, Florida (one doesn’t invent a name like Niceville!).
“My dear Flèche,
Come right away, the Gulf of Mexico is filled with Redfish. Even you will be able to take them!”
It’s true that the last time that I made a round-trip from Brooklyn to Niceville to go after Redfish, it was pathetic.
“Flèche, Flèche, whispered Stan, look over there… Under the dock, near the pillars… REDFISH… a fucking big one… cast your fly to the left, toward the beach… now slowly strip, strip, strip your Clouser minnow!”
I don’t remember if I’ve already said, dear readers, but I’m pathologically clumsy and added to that, I have the eyesight of a mole… that which will arrive, arrived. My nasty fly landed on the other side of the dock and promptly scared away the laughing fish.
At that moment I saw gray smoke shooting out of Stan’s ears. A little like what comes from the chimney of the papal conclave when they elect a new pope. Stan, well-mannered like most Floridians, restrained himself from flooding me with insults, which were entirely merited for on top of my clumsiness, it was our lunch that passed under our noses.
I can already imagine the hackles rising among you: “What! One of the creators of le Mouching eating a fish? Mercy, shame on him and all his descendants!”
To which I respond, with my operatic voice: “You gang of… (censored). It’s clear that you have never tasted a Redfish (a species that is not endangered, as the video that follows will easily prove!). There is nothing better in the WORLD! Heavily grilled on the outside and almost sushi in the inside, it gives you will have a small idea of what certain oriental sages call “Nirvana”. Even a torrid night with Cameron Diaz is nothing next to a mouthful of Redfish.
The message of Stan was accompanied by a “very amateur” little video which made me understand that, without skipping a beat, I had to break my piggy-bank and get myself on a plane to Niceville, Florida.
Stan, my friend… get the rods ready, put gas in the tank of your boat, HERE I COME!!
Fall will be upon us very soon, and we’ll be all thriving to explore windlanes on those beautiful still waters surrounded by great landscapes, quietly rowing on a blue boat called Betty.
Every time I watch one of Luke Bannister‘s films, the same thing happens, I am calm, serene, relaxed, and in total communion with what I am watching on the screen, while with many other fly fishing films, most of the time, I’m just watching fishermen having fun. With Luke’s films, I am in that river, I am casting, I feel the current, I hear the birds, I feel the rod in my hand and I strike when the trout gets the fly. It’s magical! Magical as those rivers we discover on Luke’s films.
Come with us, we’re back up North, in Norway, with André Folkedal for even more wild rivers and beautiful rising fish.
C’mon, just tell me you can think about twelve pounds of angry salmon rising to a dry fly without getting a fever. Salmon on a dry, man.
All the ones who know Peter Laurelli were wondering what he was doing? He’s been silent for so long, we are all craving his films now the stripped bass season is about to start. But Peter was on his Stand Up Paddle having fun with bass. And his SUP is a french one ! Designed by our good friend and Mouching ambassador Renaud Gohin owner of HPA products. We’re so proud.