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He had just inherited a colossal fortune from his parents who had invested in diamond mines in the Transvaal. Contrary to the legend and other platitudes, this Scotsman was of a generosity without equal, as you will see.<\/p>\n
After we had driven along the mountain roads for a good hour Stephen took a dirt path on our left and his Land Rover rolled along easily to the edge of a little river of which I promised to never reveal the name.<\/p>\n
“Isn’t this beautiful?” intoned Stephen with his delicious scottish brogue.<\/p>\n
I have to confess that the place was a kind of paradise that one only sees in those dumb documentaries like “It’s a beautiful world”. You only sort-of believe it; you think that it’s rigged somehow… a kind of God playing with PhotoShop who invented this dashed place where we found ourselves.<\/p>\n
And so we started to fish in this picture postcard but the above mentioned God could have made a greater effort and put a few more fish in the river, for we only got two or three skinny chubs.<\/p>\n
Suddenly, there was a mysterious sound…<\/p>\n
“What was that?”<\/p>\n
“Nothing to worry about Fleche, in my fishing vest I have an alarm… it’s to tell us that it’s noon and that it’s time to have lunch.”![\"\"](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lemouching.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/Le-mouching-fly-fishingpique-nique.jpg?w=450&ssl=1\" "\\"Le")
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Stephen McPherson never ceased to surprise me. Out of his car he pulled a willow picnic basket that was like a big suitcase; it contained, among other things, a white linen tablecloth that I helped to spread on the grass. There followed “Limoge” plates decorated with naive fishing scenes, silverware, crystal glasses and monogramed napkins with his family crest.<\/p>\n
“Please be seated Fleche and get ready because Chastity, my adorable wife has concocted a little feast that should delight our taste buds.”<\/p>\n
You can believe that I didn’t hesitate when Stephen pulled out of one of his baskets a “Creme safranee aux Saint-Jacques et Langoustines” (Sea-scallops with giant prawns in saffron cream) accompanied by a white wine “Clos du Baille 2004”. \u00a0It was the first time that I ate coquilles Saint-Jacques raw and I have to say that the saffron sauce rendered them succulent![\"\"](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lemouching.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/Le-mouching-fly-fishing-foie-gras.jpg?resize=300%2C191&ssl=1\" "\\"Le")
. Later Stephen pulled out a second basket with a plate of “foie gras aux truffes et au porto” (pat\u00e9 with truffles and porto) on slices of bread brioch\u00e9 and a bottle of “Esta Reserva Organico” that rendered everything even more marvelous .<\/p>\n
As for the “Bar, zestes d’orange a la sauce au champagne” (Sea bass and orange zest in champagne sauce) our rendezvous had a \u00a0finesse and elegance to a degree that, not to mention dessert of “Poire au miel d’acacia et Sauternes” (Pears with locust honey bathed in Sauterne) I totally lost it.<\/p>\n
The sun between the branches had us blinking to the point that a good siesta accompanied by the bird song beneath the trees was a necessary saving grace.<\/p>\n
When we awoke it was past 7 p.m. Our siesta was longer than we expected but wonderful. A marvelous siesta! ( And I really know quality siestas, believe me!)![\"\"](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lemouching.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/Le-mouching-fly-fishing-sieste.jpg?resize=567%2C425&ssl=1\" "\\"Le")
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When I got home my glorious wife was waiting, I had only one desire… it was to caresses her, to cover her with the most forceful but tender caresses ( I had to convince my little dog who wanted to participate in our lovemaking with a few kicks, that it was improper and I had to slam the bedroom door on his muzzle).<\/p>\n
What a wonderful day of fishing!![\"\"](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lemouching.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/Le-Mouching-fly-fishing-soif-de-vous.jpg?resize=750%2C908&ssl=1\" "\\"Le")
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