Taking pity on me, Pascal gave me a gift of his favorite nymph (Pascal is like that!) and there I was like a heron… I have to tell you that his nymphs are truly miraculous. I had just cast my line when… HOLY SHIT! Some dumb canoe crashes into me and throws me off balance… along with my fish. 
You might expect that the gum-chewing cretin would excuse himself? No way Jose! The only thing the jerk with sunglasses bleated out was: “Hey you, you’d better watch out with your line!”
At that moment, I was truly sorry to have forgotten my flame-thrower in the garage. I could have given him a carbonized face-lift. And the broad in the back of the canoe (ugly as sin), the bitch just laughed stupidly. Without hesitating, while whistling a Neapolitan tune, I could have drowned her like sick kitten.
In spite of the bruises on my thigh I continued fishing and the moment that I saw my line stop, a sure sign that a fish found my nymph to his liking, another canoe passed in front to me and I blew setting the hook. This time however, sitting in the boat was a young lady more beautiful and tanned than a butter croissant… (happily I was in the water up to my waist which concealed my emotion).
Not more than a half hour later, a magnificent carp drove me crazy (see my pride in the photo). I trailed behind her in the river bed for at least 3 days (OK, maybe I exaggerate a little, let’s say 20 minutes)!
It turns out, however, that it wasn’t with Pascal’s nymphs that I got the magnificent fish. And because it’s you, dear loyal readers of le Mouching, I’ll let you in on the secret.
MY CARP FLY
Get yourself a strong hook. The body of this nymph is nothing more than an imitation of bread: confected with flour, water, yeast and a pinch of salt and set in the oven for a half hour. And if it doesn’t work, well, you can always put a slice of ham and a pickle between two flies and and have lunch on the fly.
