Fly Fishing in the Basque Country in Spain…


Iñaki In Action…

Compared to New Zealand, fly fishing in the UK was a hard yard with most of the water being in private hands of some form (business, fishing syndicate, club, person) and loads of rules as to the wheres, whens, whats & hows of what was fishable water. But Spain makes the UK look like a walk in the park.

The UK, like New Zealand, has a national fishing license so you only need to pay once and license wise you are pretty much good to go. Spain requires you have a license for every state that you plan to fish in, and in some cases you need a specific area license. So I am now the proud owner of licenses for states of Euskadi (Basque Country), Navarra and Aragón. And my mate Asier has urged me to apply for a ‘sport license’ which you can only get if you can show proof of residence (el padrón) in Hondarribia at the local city hall (el ayuntamiento).

A licence is not expensive – about €8 – €15. And you do not want to ignore this bureaucratic necessity, as you might in some countries where you would get a slap on the wrist, a scolding and be told to get a license. The Spanish police of all levels are reputed to be seriously tough on violators. You stand a good chance of having all your gear confiscated and possibly your vehicle too and be in for a serious fine ( up to €6,000) and get a criminal record…not a good thing to have when you want to enter a country.


Asier Changes Flies…

Another factor adding mucho complications to the fishing brew is the many and varied seasonal dates & times you can actually fish. To begin with, the season in many places is very short (in some places just July & August) compared to most countries. When you add in restrictions like ‘no fishing on Tuesdays & Thursdays except festival days and religious holidays and Mondays are reserved for people over 65 and under 18 and nymphs that look like worms are prohibited until August 15th’…well you can spend the bulk of your time holding your rod & just scratching your head.

But I have been most fortunate since arriving in the Basque Country to have been hooked up (pun intended) with Iñaki and Asier (two local fly fishing nuts like me) by my good mate David Brookes (a New Zealander living in the Eden Valley, Australia).


My First Trout of España! Oiartzun River

No more than a week after my first meeting with Iñaki, he introduced me to Asier (who also graciously helped me navigate the Basque fishing license process) and they had me on the Oiartzun River, just a stone’s throw from San Sebastián. It flows all the way to the sea and we saw schools of mullet and one massive salmon in the river! It is a curious bit of water in that it flows through a heavily populated area (by normal fly fishing or New Zealand standards) with loads of apartment complexes bordering the river, with crowds of folks riding bikes, running or walking their dogs.  We met & got kitted up in the car park of a huge Alcampo shopping centre & petrol station but the water (as you can see in the pictures) ran clear and they assured me it was chocka with trout.

These guys like their tiny (#20-#22) dry flies and avidly fish for the surface take. I opted for my bog standard Kiwi style rig – dry fly (#18 Parachute Adams) with a nymph dropper (#18 Golden Bead Head Pheasant Tail). We alternated pools and I was the first to hook up with a small brownie but he soon managed to loose my nymph. I lucked out again and copped a great stretch of water just as the rain took on a heavier pour and the nymph once again worked its wonders and a sweet 6-7 inch brown trout made it into Asier’s net. Yippee! My first trucha de España!


Iñaki Catches 1st Vibrator Fish!

We all met again just a few days later at the same Oiartzun River and walked a considerable ways down stream to a point where there were far more mullet in the water than trout. After an hour and a half, Asier deep sixed the Oiartzun River as it was not fishing well and proposed we hit another river about a half hour away. And 30 minutos later, we were on the banks of the Orina River and could immediately see a dozen trout feeding voraciously on the surface – una problema, they were directly under a canopy of tree foliage. Smart trouts.

Asier spotted some caddis flies and a cursory check of a river rock confirmed that, so it was a caddis fly all round. Asier, being the gentleman that he is, let Iñaki and I have a good go at the fly snarfing trouts and Iñaki connected first with a real leaper (pics above).


A Decent Fish…

Then I managed to flick a halfway decent cast up under the leafy canopy and at the bottom of the drift the caddis fly was gulped – bingo! Sweet, sweet rainbow trout on the line and fighting just like a rainbow does.


Net Troubles…

As I said, these guys, like me, are fly fishing nuts & we kept at it well into serious darkness and I managed to make it home a little after 11PM…I think this could be the start of some awesome fun!