A river runs through it. That's Munich.

A little while ago, Munich decided to renature the river bed of the Isar and brought back the "natural stream channel" of this beautiful river that comes from the Alps and runs right through the heart of this million-habitants-city. And although this river can't be renatured totally (the bed still has to work as a flood detention basin for the saisonal floods) I'm really impressed and proud of it. For the people that hang out all summer long, barbecuing, swimming and relaxing - right in the heart of the city. For the fishermen. And of course for the fish, all that trout, greyling, barbel and even danube salmon. Where else on this planet can you do this?

In the background the European Patent Office and the famous Deutsches Museum on it's island in the Isar.

The green was still to grow when I took the pictures.

When the bait bites back - Muhr's funny flies.

His pictures went through the communication scene a while ago. Now Spiegel Online brought it back to life: the incredibly funny dead flies by swedish photographer Magnus Muhr. Enjoy here.

Double hand, 6", #1.

A Fly Guy on Iceland 2011.

Ralf Haeger, one of already 92 members of the german Facebook Group The Fly Guys (and growing) went to Iceland this summer. And what he saw there is definitely worth to share. Visit his website and discover not only Iceland but also Patagonia, New Zealand and Norway.

omg .. just where to start?

A rare beauty.

We don't know what you think about most of the flyfishing "merchandising". The Fly Guys think: it's ugly. The more surprised we where, when one of our moms came back with this little gift from here hiking holiday in Cornwall/England. A mug with a flyfisherman on it. Simple. Black&white. No ugly typography. No stupid jokes. Just a flyfisherman casting his fly. Very british. All flies up.

You'll find it here.

It Göz better and better.

Daniel Göz did it again. After his highly recognized film "Tapam - the movie" he now went for the golden river Gaula, together with Anton Hamacher, to shoot some silver material - probably on the NFC-beats of the business savvy Manfred Raguse.This is the trailer for the movie.


I'm happy to announce my catch of a lifetime: 54 cm, 3,6 kg.
Tight times! : )

Fishing for Danube Salmon on Sava Bohjnika in Slovenia.

This account of my journey in December 2010 was published in the new online-mag Scale. Zum deutschen Artikel geht's hier.

I am now convinced it was my first salmon that gave me the bug. This feeling that this monster on the other end of the line created an angst that shouldn't and wouldn't recur. A couple of years ago we were doing some autumn fishing on the Sava. Our host, Emil Pintar, told us about some good winter Danube salmon fishing: Emil: "You have to come." Me: "Yes, yes of course." Him again: "You will see, it's fantastic." So me again: "Yes, we will see, for sure, maybe ...". "Auf Wiedersehen". Cut. Ring Ring. "Hello? When? Okay!" Click. Lures from Marios in my online shopping cart. Rubber fish and wobblers at analogue dealers in the real-life shopping cart. And an odd assortment of processed food, candy and alcohol from an analogue discount market in the analogue shopping card. Huff-puff.

Die Sava Bohjnika upstream.

Day 1. Friday. 6 a.m. Salzburg, Villach, Karawanken Tunnel, right turn out of Bleder See. If you want a fairy-tale wedding, this is the place. Fairy-tale castle on Glitzer See. I don't want to, though. I want Danube salmon. Not even three km further: Emil. Grinning. As nice as can be. A bear hug. Coffee and cookies. Mapping out details. A bit cold -6 bis -7°C. Started out clear, then increasingly cloudy with a flurry of snow. Perfetto. At 11:30 onto the water. With lure and spinner. Emil only ever uses the spin rod on the Huchen. 2.40 m, 80-120 gr casting weight. The Sava is small. Unlike other rivers, the Huchen is not QUITE so big. And you want to feel it.

Emil Pintar, the great guide. 

We get in on a bridge heading down to the wildly romantic Sava. Turquoise-blue water. Mighty deep holes and crevices with large boulders mixed with long, quiet pools and gravel beds.

At such places Mr Hucho Hucho likes to hang around.

But the "Fly Guy" is not flying today. His beautiful, 15 cm long ash lure gives all it's got, but he has to admit it's a lost cause. Woods behind. No roll casting possible. And before the lure even completes its arc, its feathery feelers have become flying clumps due to the icy air. Pretty little flying clumps on a long white stiff line which in warmer weather would be recognizable as a fishing line. So spin rod for the remainder. The guide grins ...

Grayling Sorbet.

First day there's not much snow, the river is relatively easy to walk. Don't step into the river, is the friendly but definite command. Quiet! Danube salmon are sensitive.So we only talk between fishing spots. He is quiet. I'm huffing and puffing. Emil knows the waters like the back of his hand. And quite possibly every Danube salmon as well. Probably gives each one a name. Only a slight exaggeration since this fish is faithful to its spot and every angler who knows his Danube salmon knows precisely where each salmon lives and how big it is this year. If it was 1.01 meters last year then it is no doubt 1.02 meters this year. Only small
salmon grow fast. They grow slow after 1.0 meters.

While I am spotting dangerous holes between the snowy rocks, Emil spots some Danube Salmon.

Emil spots three Danube salmon. Where? There, 80 cm fish. Where, there? There, there. I don't see anything. There, in front of the rock. Oh, the rock? No, the salmon in front of the rock. That's a salmon? Yes. Big rock, but big fish too. All three fish, between 80 cm and a meter, just stay put and react not a bit. That's the way it is with salmon, Emil says. They sit in their hole six days a week and don't move. Then come out on the seventh day to fill their bellies. 200 meter up, 200 down. Then they could be anywhere. 'They were, just not on a hook. Even the last half hour in total darkness, the best time for a nocturnal fish, didn't get us a bite. Time for beer and a good talks with Emil back at his apartment. About the fishing club, the war, during which anything with fins on it was shot at. His work on this gorgeous river. And naturally about Danube salmon.

All that is mising are some japanese Makakes bathing.

Day 2. 30 cm of new snow and we fish several hours up a couple of hundred meters of river. Emil uses rubber fish and wobblers whenever fishing upstream. It is more obvious on a small and very clear river like this. In some places we dip into the crevices and between the rocks, but only with a really heavy rubber fish. And again we play the "where did you say it is" game. Aside from the six salmon models on the big bridge (which look good but just sit there), Emil spots six salmon. On the way back, I console Emil, who has given his all to provide me with my first Danube salmon. No fish but things are proceeding apace.
Day 1, no fish. Day 2, two nearlies. and Day 3 is bound to be the charm - that's my theory. Emil seems to think it's as good as any.

Sullen salmon models on the counter.

Discussing the wobbler-attack at the Fishing Lodge of the Bohinjska Bela Anglers Club.

Mentionable on this picture: the lovely little snow piles in the foreground. Perilous.

Day 3. Eight a.m., clear blue skies. Emil had already predicted the previous evening that temperatures would plummet and they have -11°C. The churning river is breathtakingly beautiful and the snow has thankfully firmed up a bit. Missteps and stumbling are no longer my primary occupation. So we're fishing our way upstream when it suddenly happens. The wobbler that Emil just five minutes earlier had disengaged from a rock, is now firmly in a salmon's mouth. Pulling on the line, Emil calls out, "Salmon! Salmon!". And I look down from my perch on an overhang into the clear stream and see it flipping its way past me downstream. A soft take. It's trying to shake off the wobbler. I set the hook twice. The salmon comes to the surface and flounces in its typical manner, like an alligator shaking its head and daring me. I hear Emil calling out, "Wow! One meter! More than one meter!" The fish goes a piece and I can hold one. Slowly I position a little bag between rocks and tail him. Shaking. I can't wipe that grin off my face for two hours.

A dream.
Emil measures it at 102 cm, guesstimated 10 kilos. I remove the wobbler and put the salmon back in the current, where it slowly recovers. One last kiss and then it's gone Emil and I share beaming smiles. I can't believe my luck. My first Danube salmon fishing trip and my last day of fishing and a meter-long fish Ice cold water is dripping out of my sleeve.

And I'm just grinning. Emil, mytireless and sharp-eyed guide, wants to move on. But I've decided to call it quits. How could I top this? I pack my things, get in the car and drive back to Munich, with a big grin ...

You can watch the film here. Or on youtube.

Informations about fishing for Salmon on Sava River:
Bohinjska Bela is only 40 km from the Airport. Emil Pintar offers two picobello Apartments for self-supply. Prices are low. Hospitality is great. In the tiny village you'll find a nice little pub/restaurant. Fishing licence is 40 EUR p.d. in the C&R zone.  If you want to take a your fish, you'll fish in another zone for 100 EUR p.d. Guiding is obligate but costs only 100 EUR p.d.. Please find more informations on Emils Website.

2 days to go to Repparfjordelva!

14 days of salmon fishing on a really "ugly" river in Finnmark, the most northern Norway. Flight is on wednesday. My great host A.J. and my good friend Max are waiting for me to waiste their time. Like in this little video after a long "night" of fishing (app. 4 o'clock in the morning). Guys, I'm on my way!!!

Die Moosach in Freising.

Ein paar Bilder von einem Wasser erster Güte. Prall voll mit Baflohs, Krebsen und Maifliegen. Allerdings fließt die Moosach das erste Stück dieser ca 10km-Pacht (Angel Hafner in Freising) durch das schmucke Städtchen unterhalb des Dombergs. Mit Zuschauern und netten doofen Fragen muss man dementsprechend klar kommen. Unten raus wird's dann etwas "alleiniger". Von München auch eine halbe Stunde Richtung Norden, in der Nähe des Flughafens.

Im unteren, ruhigeren Abschnitt.

Der hier droht mir gerade damit, sich selbst zu verstümmeln, wenn ich ihn nicht ziehen lasse.

Super simpel. Super fängig.

Germanys next Superäsche. Was ein perfektes Make Up auf ihren Wangen.

Diese Miniruten im Original-Look gibt's bei mir zu bestellen. Ansonsten 54er fangen.

Inception, Teil 2.

Suchbild. Zwei innerhalb kurzer Zeit gefangene Fische erholen sich hinter meinem Rücken.

Henrik Mortensen at EWF 2011.

A little lecture about the Scandinavian Speycast. Impressive. Effortless.

Untitled from oku on Vimeo.

Martial farts?

Maybe the guys from Savage Gear should team up with eeerrrhhh the Loop Army?

If you want to go fishing ... take this walking cane.

Gerd-Peter Wieditz found a way to go for the probably best walk in the world - with his Walking Cane Rod.

Gerd-Peter Wieditz is a well known splitcane rodbuilder and cdc flytier from Germany, who's flies were published in various international magazines and are even found in museums (Jagd & Fischereimuseum München, Cushner Museum, Florence/Oregon).

Mr. Baginski, if you could take only one fly to the island...?

Last week we started with Henrik Mortensen. This week, we ask one of the most acknowledged bamboo rod builders in Europe: Rolf Baginski. The Fly Guys met him at the EWF 2011. (german language).

If you could take only one fly to the island?

Which one would it be? This is a question that might surprise in times when the fly fishing industry tries to persuade us to buy more and more and more stuff whether we need it or not. So much for sustainability.
Now, which would be the one and only fly that you would trust? That would hopefully catch most fish - on the most different conditions? So you finally would have something to eat. To survive!
The Fly Guys asked this simple but existentially pleasurable question at the EWF 2011 in Fürstenfeldbruck (near Munich) in Germany. But we didn't ask anyone. We asked some really interesting people. And we start with Henrik Mortensen, one of the most respected salmon fishermen and great promoter of the Scandinavian Spey Cast.

Wrong job?

Being a fisherman is second to none. But sometimes you are destined to do greater things.

Europeans nymph it better.

An interesting view on how we fish with nymphs over here in Europe brings us Kurt Finlayson of the Herald Journal. Here. (through Midcurrent).

Patagonia goes 360° in a 360-branch of trade.

There's an old saying in advertising: If you have nothing to say, sing it.
The Fly Guys are shure, that this is note the reason, why Patagonia decided to go into music. They problably just understood, that a company that offers stuff for people who aim for a 360°-feeling should do so too. And after they started spreading the word for their Environmentalism projects, they now also play the music to their 360-lyrics. With Patatgonia Music, spread by a new iphone app and their brandnew music player. That's definitely worth giving a note.

Amazing new technology. Hallelujah!

Without comments. Just play video and pan around with your mouse. Amazing.

How long lasts Fluorocarbon?

A question that probably came to all of our minds many times before, but generally disappeared with the next hatch, rise or hanger. Now we discovered answers of Seaguar and Maxima, that were given to the question by Clam_Digger. Thank you, Digger.

Seaguar answered: "The shelf life of Fluorocarbon is 7-8 years."
Maxima answered: "The durability of Fluorocarbon is extremly high. Compared to a Polyamid monofilament the FC durability is several times longer. The main reasons for that character are the following:
- Fluorocarbons are resistant against UV rays. Due to that they are not weakened by sunlight.
- Fluorocarbons are resistant against most acids."

So why not starting a collective order. Let's say, for the beginning, one kilometer?

Wir sind das Buch. 100 Angler engagieren sich als Buchautoren - und für die Umwelt.

Die Rapsbande hat eine neue Buchserie gestartet: Mein zweitbester Angelplatz. Und weil die Idee nicht nur pfiffig sondern auch nachhaltig ist, hier die Essenz des offiziellen Pressetextes:
Der Verlag „Die Rapsbande“ startet ab dem 21. März 2011 unter dem Motto „Wir sind das Buch“ erstmalig ein Projekt, in dem Angler selber zu Autoren werden, ihre ganz persönliche Angel-geschichte erzählen und sich gemeinsam für ein Naturschutzprojekt engagieren.
Die zwei Erstlingswerke „Mein 2Bester Angelplatz deutsche Ostseeküste“ und „Mein 2Bester Angelplatz dänische Ostseeküste“ sind gefüllt mit 100 spannenden, illustren, komischen und abenteuerlichen Geschichten rund um das Meerforellenangeln.
50 Autoren stellen pro Buch auf einer Doppelseite ihren 2.besten Angelplatz an der deutschen bzw. dänischen Ostseeküste vor. Der Fantasie waren keine Grenzen gesetzt. Es durfte geschrieben, gezeichnet, gedichtet, fotografiert werden – Hauptsache der Mix aus Unterhaltung und Information für den Leser stimmt. ...
Mit 2 € pro verkauftem Exemplar wird ein Naturschutz-Projekt unterstützt, das der Autorenpool gemeinsam ausgewählt hat. Außerdem lässt die Buchreihe einen „Blätterwald“ entstehen, denn der Verlag „Die Rapsbande“ pflanzt zur Herausgabe eines jeden neuen Buches zehn Bäume – als sogenannte „book-nature-balance“...

Die Bücher sind ab 21. März 2011 im Buch- und Angelfachhandel, oder direkt beim Verlag unter www.derangelfuehrer.de erhältlich.
Band 1: Mein 2.Bester Angelplatz an der deutschen Ostseeküste (Meerforellenangeln ) ISBN 978-87-993132-5-9 ), 116 Seiten, 16,95.-€
Band 2 : Mein 2.Bester Angelplatz an der dänischen Ostseeküste (Meerforellenangeln) ISBN 978-87-993132-6-6 ), 116 Seiten, 16,95.- €
Pressekontakt: Steffi Schroeter, Verlag Die Rapsbande, Nørrevej 1, 3730 Nexø,
tlf: 0045- 58 59 60 45 oder 0045-20 37 13 21
E-Mail: rapsbande@web.de www.der-angelfuehrer.de

The fly truth of RZA.

Some days ago we've read an article about RZA, the mind behind much more than the Wu-Tang Clan. Being asked about his approach to music he answered: "Simple ... and slightly fucked up."

Well, that's exactly what we call a great fly: Simple ... and slightly fucked up.
(like the Hunchback, see post  below). RZA is defintitely a fly guy.

A question of construction - BOA Lacing System or good old shoe laces.

SIMMS launched a new series of wading boots called Rivertek with the M3 BOA Lacing System. When you check out their website boatechnology.com you will find the following sentence:
"It is a choice between yesterday's product and tomorrow's technology."

The SIMMS Rivertek with BOA System.

Ehh? Sorry? First of all: Where is tomorrows technology? Because what they offer, is a yesterdays product. In 1991 (!) PUMA invented the first system like this as the PUMA DISC System and called on us "Turn it on!".

Well, it didn't turn the world on. The technology seemed to be technically immature. And the "advantage" of even closure and no pressure points turned out to be a problem for athletes that do not have the perfect foot or do want to put more or less pressure on different parts of their foot.
But maybe the BOA System is perfect for such a clunky thing like a wading boot, because there's no need for fine tuning - although a wading boot has to stand enormous pressure and has to work under toughest conditions. But BOA promises that their system can definitely not break or open during use. And they worked on another weak point: they use stainless steel laces ("stronger than tank armor"! as they say). We'll see if the plastic parts of the system itself will show the same durability, but there was great improvement in the field of plastic since the PUMA DISC System.

Technology is great. Advance is great. But The Fly Guys aren't quite shure, if you want to discuss that point with a "broken BOA system" a 100 miles away from the next SIMMS/BOA System "sparepart" dealer - and with a whiny voice ... "But they promised ..."

That's the good thing about the good old shoelaces: If they break, you just add another knot. And that is something a flyfisherman really knows how to do.

Fly of the day, the week, the month, the year, the century, the millenium, the one.

There are a lot of amazing flytiers out there. And there are even more Blogs with myriades of nice flies and instructions how to do them. That's why The Fly Guys decided not to come up with another version of a March Brown or shrimp. Because we are just not good in that. Until today. Because by surprise we created a great fly. And because we believe that surprising things have to be shared to stay surprising (not for us but for theirselfs), we decided to show one of our best kept secrets so far.
It's THE killer fly. In every aspect.

Because it catches nearly every fish you can catch in a (german) freshwater stream or creek.
Because it is the most easy fly to tie.
Because it only needs one kind of material.
Because it saves you a lot of material.
Because it doesn't even need the good parts but the waste material.

Due to the growing number of fantastic-high-tech-multi-wonder-names for flyfishing tackle, we now should announce it like this: "Gentlemen, the Omni." But this is way to serious for such a little, dirty garbage fly. (You'll understand when you see it).

That's why we called it: The Glöckner.
Which means: The Hunchback.

And of course there's a reason for that lovely name.
Because all you have to do is this:
1.) Take a jighead or goldhead.
2.) Fix a little rest of marabou with your thread at the end of the hook.
3.) Fix the marabou behind the jighead - with throwing a little hunchback in your feather.

You can vary the grade of "deformation", eg to make it more look like a little streamer.

That's it. That's the wonder of simplicity.
Got a rest of black marabou? Or brown? Or grey? Go cut a little piece out of it and tie a Glöckner in less than 30 seconds.

It caught rainbow trout, brown trout, greyling, char, carp, perch, chub, roach, nase and even little pike.

We guess the reason for the success of this multitasking-fly is that it pretends to be a nymph, fishbreed, a pollywog or a leech. Or probably all in one. Maybe we should call it "The Super Schizo"? What do you think?
Another reason for it's success could be the simple fact that it's just so ugly.
It looks like the perfect victim.
And fish love ugly flies. Like the Glöckner.

The truth about flyfishing.

This funny little film, made by a flyfisherman on xtranormal.com, brings together the two antipodes of flyfishing. The flyfisherman who wants to spend a lot of money for his tackle. And the flyfisherman who prefers to spend his money on fishing. Which side are you on?


Fantastic footage of a marauding bunch of Blacktip Reef Sharks, stampeding a swarm of fish out of the water.
Fantastische Aufnahmen einer marodiernden Schwarzspitzenhai-Bande, die mal eben einen Fischschwarm vor Panik aus dem Wasser treiben.

A famous fisherman.

JR Hartley, author of a book about fly fishing - in a 1983 TV commercial for the Yellow Pages.

Over the years, this commercial became so famous, that even two books where published under his pseudonym. (Here). Maybe we should shoot a commercial for The Fly Guys ...

The second book - due to incredible success?

Ja wo schwimmen sie denn?

Das TRCC (Tuna Research and Conservation Center) erforscht das Leben des Thun und anderer Wanderfischarten wie z.B. Haie. So wurden im TAG-Project (Tag-A-Giant) über 1000 Bluefin Tunas getagt. Aber auch ein paar von den weniger freundlichen Kameraden wurden getagt. Wo das so hinführt, kann man hier sehen und verfolgen.

Menschen können sich verfahren. Aber können sich auch Haie verschwimmen?