twist and wind

as in: twist my ankles getting in and out of there and wind up getting lost on the way out.
just parts of what makes a great day streamside i suppose…

moon above


and moon below.

(i’m loving the big-eared piggy top left !)

-and a little something in between-

call it novelty, the little boy-like excitement of working out the ins and outs of a new camera kit or just a distraction from fly fishing or whatever you’d want, but i’m having a blast mostly focusing on and recording the natural elements that surround the fly fishing world without actually doing a lot of fishing: i’m really enjoying the break.

regular readers will have noticed over the last few months scarcely any new posts here directly related to fishing, fly casting, fly tying and while that’s probably just a passing thing i’ll continue this current urge/theme until it wears out or something else comes about.

as well, regular readers will also have noticed that The Limp Cobra has acquired a new name: Fiat Lux
which was the name of my photo studio what seems like several lifetimes ago.
it’s Latin for ‘Let there be Light’, the fundamental element of photography (bring it on !) with the added bonus that it sounds weird, funny or rather, funky,  just like The Limp Cobra…
i’m changing or maybe just blending to a past self so it seems normal that this site should follow along.

apart from the site’s title all content will of course remain the same.
all previously posted tying, casting, kit and fishing articles are right there where they’ve always been and can be accessed through the top bar menus of any page, in the Categories section at the bottom of any page or by using the Search bar also at the bottom of any page so hopefully there’s a little something for everyone even if i primarily focus on the eye candy.

as always thanks for stopping by, i hope you’ll come back.

“When I see a bird that walks like a duck and swims like a duck

and quacks like a duck, I call that bird a duck.”
~ James Whitcomb Riley

Poisson d’Avril *

French Origins of April Fools Day*
Although the origins of April Fools is obscure and debated, the most widely accepted explanation actually credits the “holiday” as starting in France. The most popular theory about the origin of April Fool’s Day involves the French calendar reform of the sixteenth century.

The theory goes like this: In 1564 King Charles XIV of France reformed the calendar, moving the start of the year from the end of March to January 1. However, in a time without trains, a reliable post system or the internet, news often traveled slow and the uneducated, lower class people in rural France were the last to hear of and accept the new calendar. Those who failed to keep up with the change or who stubbornly clung to the old calendar system and continued to celebrate the New Year during the week that fell between March 25th and April 1st, had jokes played on them. Pranksters would surreptitiously stick paper fish to their backs. The victims of this prank were thus called Poisson d’Avril, or April Fish—which, to this day, remains the French term for April Fools—and so the tradition was born.

enough with that… here’s one of my favourite places.
off camera to my right and down the slope there’s a gorgeous wee stream with plenty of lovely little brown trout surrounded by all sorts of flowers and bees, caddis, ticks (ughhh) and at least two local roe deer.

behind me there’s la Montagne Noire, a quick 15min. drive from home and escape from civilisation with a lot more of the same but everywhere’s a little bit different, just enough to make each area worth visiting over and over again over the different seasons.

straight ahead across the valley, a more ‘serious’ mountain range, the Pyrenees, the natural border that separates France from Spain. the other playground, the one that would take several lifetimes to discover without seeing all of it.

i like it here, i think i’ll come back tomorrow.

quote source

none of it is true.

the witches, trolls, wicked wolves, weevils and beavels and all the other sordid creatures that are supposed to dwell in the woods just waiting to do nasty things to us.

it’s all bunk, some not well thought out concoction devised by befuddled adults whose sole premise i’m sure, is to keep these magical places to themselves. don’t listen to them.