I still dream about it sometimes. Not the fish, though that catfish bent my rod like it owed him money. No—I dream about the silence. That heavy, Spanish kind of silence that wraps around you like an old jumper soaked in olive oil and sun. Orellana. Embalse de Orellana, to give it the full church …
Fishing in Spain isn’t like throwing a line into some quiet little pond back home. You need the right gear. Doesn’t matter if you’re after bass, zander, carp, or catfish—if you don’t have the setup to match the fish, you’re wasting your time. I’ve learned this the hard way. Tried using my old setups when …
How to Get a Fishing License in Spain If you’re gonna fish in Spain, you need a license. No way around it. Doesn’t matter if you’re here for a week or moving in for good—you can’t just show up, cast a line, and hope for the best. Spain’s got rules, and if you ignore them, …
Fishing has been my thing for as long as I can remember. Some people pick up hobbies as they go—me? I never needed to. This was always it. I’ve spent years on lakes and rivers, figuring out what works, what doesn’t, and what you only learn from hours of sitting by the water, watching, waiting, …