A long time ago, at the beginning of Mouching, we were lucky enough to have our friend Flechemuller writing surprising articles for us, this one about tying the “La Brigitte Bardot” fly! This is the perfect opportunity to pay tribute to her!
After our famous flies, such as the “Jean Ferrat” (a french singer…), the “El Mouching“, the “Sapin de Noël” (Xmas tree) or the “Casse couilles” (balls breaker) here’s our new one added by Flechemuller, the amazing « Brigitte Bardot » that we call « The BB » !
If there is one person to whom we’d ike to pay tribute today, it is our our dearly beloved Brigitte Bardot (1924-2025). During her short life, she had the good luck and responsabilitiy of catching in her net generations of randy young males in heat. On each anniversay of her departure, we, at the Mouching recall, with tears in our eyes, the delightful moments spent under our sheets, armed with only a flash light, a photo of BB and our right (or sometimes left) hand. Hardly a meeting of the Mouching in our offices at the hôtel Meurice passes without one of us suggesting « what are we waiting for to design a fly in honor of that great actress who’s given so much to quench our libido ». And today we are proud to introduce to you la Brigitte Bardot, a fly already considered by experts a « master piece ». Tying a Brigitte is not very difficult as you will see. You start with the fine hairs (« Oh my god, what am I saying? »). Stick it to the butt of the hook (« Oh god it’s coming »). You mount the body (« Oh mama mia! ») with glitzy materials like the starlet’s bikini. Then, wind pink wool to create a sensuous body. At that point comes the essential part of that fly. Tie two red tungsten beads under the shank of the hook. Those beads, you devine, ressembles the opulent breast of BB. Those heavy tits will quickly drag the fly to the bottom of the river, disturbing the sediments and arousing the curiosity of the fish. The more the red tits rubb the bottom the more the fisherman rubbs his hands together. The sceptics (some unfortunately remain) will ask : « Does it get any fish? » To those, I will answer that no later than yesterday, in the company of my young niece Roselyne, I pulled out a magnificent male trout whose glorious erection did not leave any doubt about the efficiency of the fly. At that point Roselyne volunteered, took the fish in hand and in no time the fish had a remarquable orgasm. It opened it fleshy lips twice and I thought I heard it utter: « BB » – FLECHEMULLER