I spent last weekend fishing with Jean-Paul (JP, jbbfly) on some of his home waters in the Languedoc region of Southern France. The Southern end of the region borders the Mediterranean Sea, but the Northern end works its way up into a mountain range know as the Massif Central; the headwaters for some very nice freestone streams.
I arrived via the TGV from Lyon late on Friday night; J-P met me at the station, we went to his house, had a quick nightcap and the next thing I knew, it was Saturday morning, and time to go fishing.
Thanks to the A-75, a superhighway that goes almost directly North, we were into good fishing waters in about an hour; after entering the Crevennes National Park, and half an hour after that arrived at a spot on the Trevezal River that was really nice. This is a native trout stream and in most of Europe, that means Brown Trout. Here are some pics of the Trevezal:
Pocono trying to hook a fish:
...and then hooking and releasing one:
After lunch we moved upstream; and it got even nicer:
Pretty fast water and great surroundings (we only saw 5-6 other fishermen all day):
....and Pocono; no, I'm not inspecting my net, I'm releasing a nice little Brown:
That night, J-P's wife cooked us a gourmet meal, we reminisced about the day behind us and planned the next day's fishing; no trout on the agenda, tomorrow was fishing for Chubs and Dace, and perhaps Carp and a few other species. We both fished 5 wts.; J-P with a Quarrow which I came admire for its ability to throw tight loops into some pretty good winds. He also used a semi-automatic reel; a Cordel, which is the lightest and smoothest automatic that I've ever seen.
The river that we fished is called the Lergue. It's another freestone stream that cuts its way through garnet-colored hills. Here a pic of the river:
Here's J-P landing a Chub:
..... and here he's got a nice Dace:
It was easy wading and very scenic, as the Lergue cuts through several small villages:
Here's J-P; negotiating around what I came to call in my mind "red monkey rock":
In between the fishing, we did take time to smell the flowers:
On the way back, we stopped at a small stream called the Margueritte and tossed some good flies, but didn't find any takers.
One quick shot of the old church in the center of J-P's home town, Montagnac; no fish in here, but a lot of history. We just don't have this kind of history in the US:
...and time for a quick pic at the end of the day on Sunday; just before I hopped back on the TGV for Paris (no, I don't fish in that shirt; at least not usually!):
I had a great time fishing with J-P in the Languedoc. It really opened my eyes to the fishing in that part of France. Jean-Paul and his wife, Tiana, were the perfect host and hostess and if they'll have me back - then I'm ready to go!
I'll ask J-P to add to this thread and to correct any inaccuracies that I may have generated during my weekend in the Languedoc.
It was a lot of fun!