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    Weekend before last I spent 3 and a half days in probably the first fly-fishing lodge in Spain, near the Pyrenees, Jaca, Spain.
    It was a trip to introduce my nephew to fly-fishing, and for me to get a taste of the fly-fishing in Spain (sorely lacking after 3 years of babies). I organized a "father-son" (rather uncle-nephew) course, whereby he learnt about casting, fish, knots, etc. I watched and listened from the side (realizing how woefully inadequate my attempts to teach him were previously, both on a technical and language level), and warmed up my casting arm from months of disuse. He turned out to be a star pupil, progressing so quickly that the instructor/guide decided to forgo the second day in class and proceed directly to the stream. My nephew was excited, all kitted out in his first outfit, a birthday present from me to him of new rod, reel, waders and boots.
    The stream was very pretty, small, very rocky and shallow, necessitaing short casts with virtually only the leader and a few yards of line out ("de punta"), I suppose some would call this "technical water". It was tough fishing that day (not only for us) but he managed to catch his first trout, a magnificent specimen of about 4"!!



    The last day, we had a days guiding in a high mountain stream, 1600m up. It was a tough climb (especially for out of shape 40 somethings like me), but worth it, there were stunning views, and much different fishing to the day before. A meandering river, on an open plain in between the peaks, making it easier to cast and fish.


    My nephew did very well, under the guidance of our guide, catching many small fish on terrestrials (hoppers the size of a small mouse!), and two monsters, one of six pounds lost at the net, and another of around two.

    I caught my share, but nothing like the specimens of my nephew (to my chagrin!)

    Al in all, a fantastic trip, one my nephew will never forget, and I think I have introduced my nephew to a disease for which there is no cure!



    Steve

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    I fished the same area in 2003 and there is some really outstanding fishing in fabulous scenery. I was struck by the size of the fish, clarity of the water, and the variety of fly life.

    I failed to catch a fish of 6lbs but I did have a fish of easily that size backing down the stream with my dry on its nose for fully 10 seconds with me (unsuccessfully) willing it to take before it sank back into the depths never to be seen again. Another highlight was a large water snake swimming between my legs as I was wading.

    The river in your photo looks a bit like the upper Veralor maybe the upper Aragon Subordan but I'm not sure as there are many good rivers in the area.
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    “There is no more lovely country than Monmouthshire in early spring. Nowhere do the larks sing quite so passionately, as if somehow inspired by the Welsh themselves. There is a blackbird on every thorn and a cock chaffinch, a twink as they call him there, on every bush...... It moved me profoundly. I had been spared to see another spring, and I thank God for it.”

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    Sewinbasher,
    The Lodge finally got back to me, I emailed them about the rivers, it appears that they were the upper Aragon (as you guessed), which was the same as the river which ran right through the town and right in front of the lodge, and the Veral (the high mountain stream).
    I too was shocked to see how clear the water is, I somehow expected them to be stained like some English and Irish rivers. Funny though, that virtually all the fishing there is done "blind", even with the water so clear. The guides said that you almost never see the fish you are casting to, and must admit to the only trout I saw was from high above from a bridge, and even managed to spook that one.
    I also had an agressive fish charge out and chase down my hopper fly which I was just about to pull out and recast. It must have chased it down some 10-12 yards, and only spooked when it finally saw us a few feet away!
    I must get back there someday..
    Cheers,
    Steve

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    We spent a long time trying to get three or four large fish in the Aragon Subordan near Embun to rise to a dry fly and then discovered that they were barbel. On with a creeping caddis and problem solved.

    On the Veral the water was crystal clear and we had a great deal of trouble not spooking fish especially on the catch and release section where they had seen a lot of flies. I was amazed at the size of the fish on such a high mountain stream as every pool seemed to have at least one fish of 50cms or close.

    This pool on the Veral above Anso had two fish of over 50cms in it.

    “There is no more lovely country than Monmouthshire in early spring. Nowhere do the larks sing quite so passionately, as if somehow inspired by the Welsh themselves. There is a blackbird on every thorn and a cock chaffinch, a twink as they call him there, on every bush...... It moved me profoundly. I had been spared to see another spring, and I thank God for it.”

    Oliver Kite
    “A Spring Day on the Usk”
    A Fisherman’s Diary

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