Friday, 30 July 2010

Zebre Crossing






















Sorry about the title of this post first up. After descending from the lofty heights of the high Pyrenees, my small stream fishing continued in the astounding surroundings of the midi-Pyrenees near Puente D´Espana, right on the border with Spain. The crystalline waters of the upper Gauve and the lush, fertile meadows provided a perfect environment for the pursuit of the Zebre trout, an ancient strain of meditteranean brown trout. This, the locals told me proudly, was a genetically pure and unique strain of trout that was pursued further back in history by the Romans. The broodstock of captive zebres are planted in the high lakes once a year by helicopters, along with brook trout and lake trout. The lake trout are rumoured to reach lengths of a metre as they hunker down for the winter in the depths of thses remote lakes. As for me, I was happy to catch the small zebres by the dozen, using caddis and stimulators all day long. I was lucky to bump into the helicopter pilots as they completed their annual planting of the high lakes- they seemed surprised to find an Englishman thrashing around in their rivers, but after a good chat about fishing and flies, an ´entente cordiale´ was agreed and it was beers all round.

1 comment:

Nick Carter said...

donde vas michael knight?