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.
course sunset m.fauvet:tlc 27-1-15
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…

Pacu-Pachu !

-‘Pachu’ is how this fish is pronounced in Malaysia-

“Pacu (Portuguese pronunciation: [paˈku]) is a common name used to refer to several common species of omnivorous South American freshwater fish that are related to the piranha. Pacu and piranha do not have similar teeth, the main difference being jaw alignment; piranha have pointed, razor-sharp teeth in a pronounced underbite, whereas pacu have squarer, straighter teeth, like a human, and a less severe underbite, or a slight overbite. Additionally, full-grown pacu are much larger than piranha, reaching up to 0.9 m (3 feet) and 25 kg (55 pounds) in the wild.”
1st Pacu ! Borneo 2014 m.fauvet:tlc

as for their infamous balls-biting reputation i can’t really add much as i fished from the bank.., however Wiki has this to say about this tender subject-
“In 2013, a pacu specimen was found by a fisherman in Denmark. This led to media reports mistakenly warning that the fish could attack male testicles. The reports were based on a joke that was not meant to be taken seriously.” 
which in a way, makes me think that if i was a tropical fish stuck in the cold Scandinavian waters i’d probably want to bite off a few as well…

“In Appendix B of Through the Brazilian Wilderness, Theodore Roosevelt advised, “For small fish like the pacu and piranha an ordinary bass hook will do.” Concerning the pacu, he added: “A light rod and reel would be a convenience in catching the pacu. We used to fish for the latter variety in the quiet pools while allowing the canoe to drift. We fished for the pacu as the native does, kneading a ball of mandioc farina with water and placing it on the hook as bait. I should not be surprised, though, if it were possible, with carefully chosen flies, to catch some of the fish that every once in a while we saw rise to the surface and drag some luckless insect under.” 
well Theodor wasn’t in the least bit wrong. this little fellow fell for a black leech imitation just as it hit the water a certain unknown distance away. (we where fishing in the dark)(an activity that’s quite unusual for me as local regulations prevent it)(that made it even more funner!) but, the most important was this little Pacu was a first for me and one of two new species to add to my ‘caught’ list. the circumstances leading to this catch make it even more special. C.K. ‘Doc Ling, Ling Pacuing m.fauvet:tlc 2014new friend and Master Certified Casting Instructor with the International Federation of Fly Fishers picked me up at Kuala Lumpur airport and before even being out of the doors asked me if i was up to fishing just after dinner. conditioned reflex said ‘SURE !’ without even thinking i had spent the last 30 or so hours traveling…

nevermind sleep, tiredness and weariness. when you’re completely engulfed by fishing mojo it all works out in the end !
Pacu Mojo ! m.fauvet:tlc 2014
even at this size they put up a great fight. nothing like the typical jump up and down, left and right and all around as say, a trout or largemouth bass will generally do but these guys are strong, fit and pull hard. fine-fine sport on a lightish wt fly rod. i’ll be back for more.


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 !


“a fishing trip starts the moment the decision to go was made, not when we get there”

it involves planning, phone calls, selecting the right stuff for the day. packing, food, drink, etc, double-checking and maybe even tying some flies and usually a trillion things more.
although tedious at times, they all help to bring up the excitement levels but one of the aspects of our activity that appeals the most to me is getting there.
and then we need to get back.
sure, there’s the BrownLiners who revel in fishing sewer dumps but more often than not, the places we fish are beautiful ones and they’re set in beautiful surroundings.
lighting, scents, rhythms, color-schemes and scenery change along the way drawing us to where we belong.

much more than a simple travel film, Di Donato’s train ride will get us in the right frame of mind, the all-wonderful ‘In the Zone’ state where we know when to set the hook not because we saw the fish take the fly or we felt a tug or any other outside alert, but when something deep inside said now

“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”

quote by Dr Seuss

driving back from a carp & bass day in northern Spain.
good thing the driver stayed awake to dream of the fish !


in the parking lot there’s a van, not a car. there’s a van there because the van shows me these places and lets me snuggle up inside it, nice, warm and dry and wake up next to these beautiful places. ultimately, the van doesn’t really care where it is but as long as i’m happy, it puts up with all of my whims and takes me to the next lovely place to wake up and have coffee. anglers often talk of lines and rods, the latest clip-on zingers and cool caps to wear but in the end, the most important fishing accessory i could have is the van.

north west coast of England