¡Ve preparado!

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En algún río neozelandés; Parachute Adams #16; primer lance. Foto de Chris Dore

Lo suelo ver a menudo. Me refiero al hecho de embarcarse en un viaje de pesca pobremente preparado, especialmente en lo que se refiere a estar a la altura de las circunstancias en cuanto a técnica de lanzado. Yo mismo he sido culpable de ello más veces de las que me gustaría admitir. La frustración —agravada por una cuenta bancaria seriamente mermada— aguarda impaciente.

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Aprender de los errores

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Lejos de ser un ejercicio de auto flagelación estas reflexiones se basan en que hay buenos motivos para pensar que se aprende más de los errores que de los éxitos. Mediada la temporada, y con algún importante viaje de pesca a la vista, es el momento de reflexionar sobre algunos fallos para evitarlos en el futuro.

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Downstream Dry Fly Only

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Downstream on river Pliva

Upstream dry fly only, that is the rule stablished in some English chalkstreams by their managers. The rule in the Balkan spring creeks is exactly the opposite: downstream dry fly only, this time imposed by the fish themselves; the only law that incorporates in itself the punishment of frustation of those who violate it.

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Get Prepared!

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Not from NZ but from Old Europe

I see it all the time. I mean being ill-prepared for your upcoming trip abroad, specially regarding the proper casting technique to match the challenge ahead. And I have been guilty of it more times than I would like to admit. Frustration —highly aggravated by a depleted bank account— awaits ahead.

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Don’t Drag, my Fly, Drift Free!

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Piling the cast for the nymph to drift deep and naturally

Anyone marginally interested in the casting world tends to regard fly casting and distance casting as synonyms. It is the same in fly fishing shows: anglers trying bunches of new rod models with their eyes fixed in the far end of the casting pond; it doesn’t make any difference if they are holding a 9’#9 devised for bonefish in the flats or a 8’6″#4 destined to spring creek finesse. I can’t blame them, in the end most of the visual material available on the net is about putting a fluff as far as possible.

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Nothing New Under the Sun

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As the planning for a next New Zealand fishing trip began to take shape I remembered something lost somewhere in my messy fishing library. Browsing for a while gave its fruit. The book’s title is Stalking Trout, and it was published in 1985. On its first page a manuscript note by my hand says: June 2000. Continue reading

Early? Late? Just the Opposite?

 

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The dreams of dry fly fishers are populated with big trout confidently sipping our flies from the surface. In my particular case I prefer to dream of a big brown eventually taking some of my tiny emergers, but only after a period of pure disdain interspersed with a number of refusals. There is no pleasure in too easy things. That is why a great fishing day can’t be measured in numbers, or at least not only in them. Continue reading