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And then, the indispensable aligot, mashed potatoes with tons of Tome cheese melt in it and plenty of garlic., the perfect meal at the wee hour, air smelling of cows’ ass and wild mint. White heated banks of the\u00a0Bes near Nasbinals: I know you know. And I know you’d have liked this special moment when I believed — really believed! — that the rock moving at the other end of my line was a trout. But it wasn’t.<\/span><\/p>\n And the day after, in stormful July on the banks of the Truy\u00e8re, spent thoroughly losing my whole parachute collection — beautiful, painfully tied — in the alder\u00a0trees. And at the end of the line, you know: nothing, nada, zilch. But you would have liked, le Mouching, you would have loved the fight between a milan and a swiwel, yielding the classic result: David: 1 — Goliath: 0. It was beautiful as your films and your stories.<\/span><\/p>\n Then it started to pour, but I kinda didn’t care. The hole on my wader’s right toe had me well prepared to the wet caresses of the rain, so I fell asleep on the Mazel dam, waiting for “it” to pass. But “it” stayed. So as a ham hock was the guest at Sainte Urcize’s table, I came back, fishless and happy. With ample provision of excuses to stay clear from the evening hatches. Anyway, I need glasses and I can’t see a thing after a couple of glasses of\u00a0C\u00f4tes d\u2019Auvergne.\u00a0<\/span> Nicolas Clair<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" And then, the indispensable aligot, mashed potatoes with tons of Tome cheese melt in it and plenty of garlic., the perfect meal at the wee hour, air smelling of cows’ ass and wild mint. White heated banks of the\u00a0Bes near Nasbinals: I know you know. And I know you’d have liked this special moment when I believed — really believed! — that the rock moving at the other end of my line was a trout. But it wasn’t. And the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":10,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[15854,15851],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-83961","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-el-mouching","category-fresh"],"yoast_head":"\n
And there was this next morning: streams overflowing from the rain, the Aubrac as in a postcard, and an adequately fresh air, the\u00a0Chaldette no-kill with desire under every rock, and so much rocks that life, expectations, and so on… team so well we already were Sunday evening when I started to recap the day’s catch. And I’m sure you’d like to know, because you’re inquisitive like that… but I’m shy, you see. And I’ve been taught that when you’ve got nothing to say, you’d better stay shut.<\/span>
So there it is. Lots of words to thank you for all those fishing moments you put between mine. Reading you is a great pleasure.<\/span>
See you soon!<\/span><\/p>\n