Four guys, eight rivers, four days – part II

Third day in the morning we split up. One car was going south and the other one north. I was in the north one. A small part of my luggage…

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The day was cloudy and the temperature was low, excellent weather for steelhead fishing. This time we were fishing a bigger river and we needed to use spey rods or switch. My setup for that day…

 

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First fish of the day

 

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Back into the water…

 

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Hari’s turn to land the second one

 

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And Sebastian with his first steelhead

 

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Colors

 

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Going back…

 

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Hari doing what he likes … nymphing…until the end of the day he landed 3 more fish.

 

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Fourth day. Rivers from the south area. Walking through the forest…

 

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Green explosion…

 

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First fish of the day…landed on a sandy beach…

 

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The second good fish … a brown trout…

 

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And in every good hole or run I got two or three of these three years old steellie.

 

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You can see they lived in the lake from the silver/black coloration…

 

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Colors…

 

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An older one…

 

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In his world…

 

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Colors..

 

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In the afternoon I changed the river. This time I was alone, my friends were trying to catch a plane in Detroit, so I was fishing for them 🙂 … The day before the river was too high, but that day the level dropped and the color was gin clear.

 

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View from the left bank

 

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Alone in the forest…

 

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Small angry rainbow

 

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And then in the perfect run I found the perfect fish…the biggest brown I ever landed on that Creek… Long body…

 

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…big mouth…

 

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…strong back…

 

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…beautiful colors…

 

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…going back to the deeps

 

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This spring I started to use a different tactic. I am going up nymphing and I am coming down swinging. Going down…and that tree over the water was telling me that somebody is hiding there…

 

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..and I was right…

 

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…my first brown caught on a Hoh-Bo fly

 

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And this was the end of a four days/eight rivers trip… great time spent with my friends.

Four guys, eight rivers, four days

And the opening day finaly came.This year we kept the team at four guys but we extended the days and the area we usually cover at opening.

So this was the team for this year:

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The start was good, everyone was kind of expecting to get a fish in the first three casts…but that morning was going to be tough…

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We came prepared with food suplies

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But winter was still  around.

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We search for them in deep water…

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…under the trees…

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…under the falls…

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We changed the flies and the setups…

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…and we got just a few of them.

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In the first afternoon this was the biggest fish landed

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Day 2 :

We split in two teams one going upstream and the other  one downstream.

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New aproach techniques

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Start to look around…

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Tried the egg pattern

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…and I put on the fly : little black-something…

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Nice spring signs

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But you never know what is hiding under these beautiful flowers…

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The hiking-fishing marathon continues…

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…through very high and fast water

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In the mean time the other team got to the favorite place…see that look?

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…and started catching fish

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But the day was not finished. After lunch we started  fishing another section of the third river.

And…we found them:

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The day finished  me fighting with a big brown, who after 4 minutes of running-jumping cut my line with his teeth. But I know where it is and I’m coming back… 🙂

Stay tuned, day 3 and 4 are coming with 4 new rivers.

Peche a la mouche au Maroc (2)

Monsieur Kamal Arsalane was my  fishing guide during my stay in Morocco. If you want to catch a fish on the Atlantic coast in north Africa this is the guy you need. In just two days he showed me 100 km of coast between Rabat and Casablanca, two river mouths and a harbour in a quest for good conditions for fly fishing. You can find mister Kamal Arsalane at http://www.jpc.ma/

But as I said before the ocean was not calm at all. High waves on a rocky shore, underwater rocks sharp as knives made my fly fishing very difficult.

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Short deep holes were the perfect traps if you were not aware…

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… full with sea urchin

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My  guide caught a fish  to show me where they stay

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I’ve also learned that in the  Atlantic every 5th or 7th wave(depends of the ocean level) is bigger than the previous ones. That’s me fishing in a little golf and in the background is the 7th wave coming…1 minute after this picture  I was soaking wet.

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Another fisherman on the other side of the golf…fighting a fish

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…this fish is known by the name ” le sar”

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Walking on the beach

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At the entrance of Mohammedia harbour, eating what they call ” the poor man sandwich”

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With mon ami Kamal during a coffee break

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Fishing in the afternoon around the old city Kasbah of the Udayas

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Fisherman getting out in the ocean for night fishing

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..another coffee break…

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Another day…driving to the Atlas mountains

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Into the Atlas mountains

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Traditional Moroccan food named tajine.  Tajine,  a Moroccan dish  named after the special earthenware pot in which it is cooked.

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The oldest 4×4 for mountains

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and the 4×4 for desert

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