Alba

“Scotland (Scottish Gaelic: Alba pronounced [ˈaɫ̪apə]) is a country that occupies the northern third of the island of Great Britain and forms part of the United Kingdom.

The name of Scotland is derived from the Greek Scotos, the term applied to Gaels. The word Scoti (or Scotti) means dark because of the mist.It is found in Latin texts from the fourth century describing a tribe which sailed from Ireland to raid Roman Britain. It came to be applied to all the Gaels. It is not believed that any Gaelic groups called themselves Scoti in ancient times, except when writing in Latin. Oman derives it from Scuit, proposing a meaning of ‘a man cut off’, suggesting that a Scuit was not a Gael as such but one of a renagade band settled in the part of Ulster which became the kingdom of Dál Riata but ‘Scuit’ only exists in Old Irish as ‘buffoon/laughing-stock’ The 19th century author Aonghas MacCoinnich of Glasgow proposed that Scoti was derived from a Gaelic ethnonym (proposed by MacCoinnich) Sgaothaich from sgaoth “swarm”, plus the derivational suffix -ach (plural -aich) However, this proposal to date has not appeared in mainstream place-name studies.”

whatever it is it’s beautiful; the sort of beauty that sticks to my guts.
here’s a few images from a few weeks ago of this magical land and its inhabitants of a fantastic day spent with Al Pyke, one of the nicest persons i’ve ever met.

thanks Al.

quote source- Etymology of Scotland

Seatrout Sunrise

long-time internet and recent for-real friend Paul Slaney invited me to come fish for sewin -the Welsh name for seatrout- on one of his favourite waters in Wales. as this species is very light-shy they basically only start to migrate upstream when its fully dark which means fishing for them with only a few timid far-away stars to guide us along the way.
its a very interesting form of fishing with both good and less good aspects. the lesser good ones are its dark, really dark. constantly casting into the trees and bushes across the stream because it seems like they only travel along the far bank… and stumbling through water and land, dark.
dark obviously means no light and no light means not being able to appreciate the lovely water and countryside but this dark also heightens all our other senses and that’s where the magic begins and that’s the cool part.
a temperature drop around midnight or one o’clock or, was it two ?.. really slowed down fish movement and i did manage to catch a what would normally have been considered as a really nice brown trout but given the heavier gear used and intended target, turned out to be, and very much still to my surprise, a deception. that’s one fish that has given me more food for thought than any i can remember.

as all good things shall pass, the night’s session ended at first light but that first light was exceptional.
skies don’t talk but it told me to come back…

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thanks again Paul for a great experience i’ll not forget soon !

Hoddom and Gomorra- part 1

while i haven’t been updating anything here in the last ten or so days,
i’ve been hanging around with really close friends,
really lovely fish,
in gorgeous areas like this.
i’m still there, not for long and i already miss it…

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(more on the seemingly weird title of this post next time !)

Avon calling !

no, not the stinky stuff ! the lovely chalkstream that flows through southern England.

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i’ve seen fish but not fished. part A of several chapters that are about to happen in the next two weeks starts tomorrow with good buddy Mark.
a big treat for me when i visit the UK is the ever-present abundance of swans that seem to live in every water i’ve fished. maybe the locals think of them as just another fat bird but i think they’re really special: big, fat, beautiful river keepers that know i love them so they’ve decided to make more. thanks !
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long cuts:

they’re the opposite of short cuts.

i know that doesn’t make a lot of sense. going the longer way from point A to B isn’t cutting anything, this greatly increases travel expenses and the term doesn’t really exist anyhow but it somehow sounds appropriate.
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i’ve always had this fantasy of pushing this long-cutting to the extreme by going all the way around the globe to reach point B.
i guess i’ll have to start saving up to get a decent camper vehicle and a lot of memory cards for the cameras. but then, if i do, i guess i won’t really be aiming to come back to point B…

not very fishy,

but the fields going to and from the casting pond always bring something a little special to the trip.

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i haven’t had the opportunity to see if the new camera’s fish/underwater friendly but so far it seems to like what’s happening above the surface.

seabassing

i’d already been formally introduced to the Atlantic (European) sea bass’ close cousin, a 22 lb Rockfish, which is in turn a Chesapeake Bay variant of the Striped bass when i was about fourteen years old. that’s far from a record but that size fish, specially at that age i guess, always leaves a taste for more.
although nowhere near the size of their cousins on the North American side, in France we have two distinct sea bass varieties, one in the Atlantic ocean and another in the Mediterranean sea. this latter one goes by the name of ‘loup de mer’ or ‘sea wolf’, a name given by the Romans, maybe because they where too full of wine and bloated on their conquering mission and couldn’t tell the difference between a mammal and a fish or maybe because of the very agressive nature these fish take on when on a feeding frenzy. since its not too far from where i live i somewhat regularly go after the Mediterranean variety but this week i had to go do stuff on the Atlantic side and decided to leave the day before and see if i could get them to take interest in my flies.

here’s what Atlantic sea bass look like,

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and here’s where they live.
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rather a nice place and one i’d happily live if i was a fish. speaking of, be sure to keep the fish image up top in the back of your mind because you won’t see any more in this post.

after wading in gently close to the remains of a long-abandoned pier and about fifteen minutes, all of a sudden the water started boiling just twenty or so metres from where i stood in the direction of the sun here.
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a hunt was on ! i quickly cast my baitfish imitation, started to do a two-handed rolley-pully retrieve and snagged a what i didn’t know at that time, baitfish. i had felt a little bump but no real pull so i decided at the time that it was a missed strike, albeit a strange one, and let the fly settle before starting the retrieve again. seconds after that came the real strike but it happened to my ‘bait’ and not my fly. “no biggie” me thinks, just pick up and cast back to the boil but that first back cast felt a little heavy because it had half a baitfish attached to the hook…

by the time i’d remove the poor beast and was ready to cast again the boil had disappeared. for good. for the rest of the evening. for ever or at least until the next time, and i most probably won’t be there.
i never saw one of these hunting fish but i like to believe they where sea bass.

on the way back to the car there where some nice drawings in the sand
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and funny looking spermy things laying about on the beach.
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when i got back there next morning some nitwit had pulled the plug to keep me from fishing,
no water
but that’s ok, i got to fill my eyes with beauty.

Borneo Bugs

hi folks ! the somewhat promise of semi-regular and live updates of my trip to Borneo written about on the previous post didn’t pan out so i’ll start here little by little.
its hard to decide what subject to choose when just about everything on the trip was new, exotic and equally superbe on all levels, so, on a whim here’s some really trippy-beautiful bugs that where all around us at the Mannis-Mannis ‘RoofTop of Borneo’ lodge in Crocker Range National Park on the island of Sabah. i always miss TLC when i can’t log on so, it’s good to be back. anyhow…

i hope you likem’ big !

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this one had a thing for ‘Smooth‘ Naveen’s tats.borneo bug 5 m.fauvet:tlc 2014
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it’s like tripping 24/7 !borneo bug 15 m.fauvet:tlc 2014
approximately 35cm span.borneo bug M.fauvet:tlc 2014fur detail: was as soft as it looks.borneo bug 10 m.fauvet:tlc 2014
accessories for scale.borneo bug 12 m.fauvet:tlc 2014
25 cm minimum span width.
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this one likes creamer with its coffee.borneo bug 13 m.fauvet:tlc 2014

toilet paper dispenser stalker.borneo bug 7 m.fauvet:tlc 2014

interestingly enough, being in a jungle and all, with all its reputations of swarms of blood-sucking critters i didn’t get bit a single time by a mosquito. however, this lovely wasp decided to land on the back of my neck while i was peeing at the lodge.
not knowing what it was, i absentmindedly brushed off the ‘whatever‘ and as they always seem to do when panicked, left its long and pointy dard under my teeshirt collar. a little Neosporin took off the edge.

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coming up next (as soon as jet-lagging completely wears off… ) are tons more photos of new friends, fly casting hot-shots, some first-time fish, several product reviews, the promised contest and who knows what else. in the meantime, enjoy !

Borneoing

imagehi folks ! I’m somewhere here on this map enjoying a spicy breakfast, listening to fancy birds and happy to have caught my first ever Pacu last night. otherwise known as the ‘ball eater’ fish, I fished from the bank!

i had planned to post a slew of things for you to read and even a new giveaway contest to keep you busy while I’m trying to not get get my balls eaten…. but, contrary to what the travel brochure said, I wasn’t able to connect once to wifi throughout the 25 hour trip. hopefully this won’t be the same on the way back. anyhow, hugs to all and see ya soon !

 

hi friends ! i was away at a fly casting meet in Spain for the better part of a week and while i’m still settling back in and sorting photos and seemingly billions of other stuffs… well, in the meantime here’s a massage.

ahhhh, the things one finds when traveling. enjoy !