Truchas lejanas



La intrépida periodista le pregunta a un ciudadano:

― Caballero, ¿usted cree en el «más allá»?

― Por supuesto. ¡Vivo en Melilla!

Las truchas de hoy también vivían «más allá» en la postura del sauce.

A las cuatro de la tarde el río estaba bajando, y como echaba de menos pescar un poco con la Harmony, metí en la bolsa los bártulos y me presenté en el río quince minutos después.

Era cierto que el río había bajado, pero… sólo un poquito. El descenso se había frenado y no podía entrar mucho en el agua. Se veían cebas en el otro lado de la corriente principal, muy lejanas en aquellas condiciones. Continue reading

Yes, It Is About Fishing


Does she fish or just cast (beautifully)? 

It would be interesting to see if all that technical casting ability also amounted to catching ability.


I read the comment above in a forum the other day. It is in reference to Maxine McCormick’s amazing casting prowess —Maxine is a 14 year old girl with several world records in fly casting under her belt!!


I have heard that argument many times before around here. In my view it misses the point because the question that matters is:

If my technical ability were as good as that of Maxine, would it improve my catching ability and my overall enjoyment of fly fishing?

And the answer is YES, ABSOLUTELY!!!

Grayling and The Laws of Optics



Pliva’s golden grayling. Photo by Zeljko Prpic.


The date is approaching. Another trip to river Pliva is at sight.

Frustrating and absorbing in equal parts, Pliva offers some of the most challenging sight nymphing you can find anywhere. Even blind fishing with tungsten beaded nymphs is pretty special.

There is a particular stretch with big grayling up to 55/56 centimeters long —maybe more; I don’t know for sure, as seeing them and catching them are very different things, and I haven’t managed to catch one of the really big guys yet—,  that you often see actively feeding suspended like floating in thin air at depths up to three meters. Continue reading