1.0Le Mouchinghttps://lemouching.com/en/flechemullerhttps://lemouching.com/en/author/flechemuller/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="Yg1INhWsEc"><a href="https://lemouching.com/en/2014/08/big-red/">BIG RED</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://lemouching.com/en/2014/08/big-red/embed/#?secret=Yg1INhWsEc" width="600" height="338" title="“BIG RED” — Le Mouching" data-secret="Yg1INhWsEc" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://lemouching.com/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> This morning, right after a small drink to pick up my spirits (half Philippine Rum, half dry white wine) I received a message from Stan, our celebrated spy in Niceville, Florida (one doesn’t invent a name like Niceville!). “My dear Flèche, Come right away, the Gulf of Mexico is filled with Redfish. Even you will be able to take them!” It’s true that the last time that I made a round-trip from Brooklyn to Niceville to go after Redfish, it […]https://lemouching.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/Le-mouching-fly-fishing-redfish.jpg