Travel to the Himalayan Foothills of India

by | Apr 26, 2013 | Uncategorized | 2 comments

It doesn’t matter how tired you are in India, when its time to move you do.  Despite little sleep and over 70 hours of travel, this morning I bounced from bed at 3:30 AM to depart our hotel here in Delhi, India for the chaotic train station.  We were headed for the Himalayan foothills of northern India for golden mahseer.


One last time, I’m in India because I’m being filmed for a segment for Confluence Films next movie, Waypoints.  In the past five years Confluence Films has released three highly acclaimed fly fishing movies, Drift, Rise and Connect.  In Connect, most of you remember I was fly fishing for tigerfish in Tanzania.  This time I’ll be fishing with my friend Misty Dhillon, owner of the Himalayan Outback, for a rare fish called the golden mahseer.


The masterminds behind these movies are executive producer Jim Klug and director/cinematographer Chris Patterson.  Jim is the founder and director of operations for Yellow Dog Flyfishing Adventures and a long time friend. Chris is known for his stunning visuals and unparalleled camera work in numerous action sports. He has been the director/cinematographer of the Warren Miller Ski Films feature films for twenty five years and has numerous other projects including all of the lead camera work for the winter action scenes in the blockbuster DiCaprio movie, Inception.


In addition to Jim and Chris we have along another friend, Whitney McDowell, of Bozeman, Montana.  I’ve known Whitney for years as she once lived in Jackson, Wyoming and was a frequent visitor to the fly shop I ran.  Whitney was always searching the latest hot fishing locations not just around home but also worldwide.  Golden mahseer is another fish she’d like to add to her already long list.


We arrived at the Delhi Train Station at 5:30 AM in darkness amongst thousands of people.  If you’ve not been to India, this experience is like nothing you can imagine.  It’s utter confusion – people yelling, pointing, and rattling at you in Hindu.  Many want to move your bags for you and you better be careful.  Drop your guard and your bags could be gone for good.  Others want you out of the way.  They’ll push you or run you over in a tuk-tuk.  You can let it terrorize you or kick back and enjoy it.  I keep my game face on and relish in the foreign adventure.  Fortunately Misty provided us a guide to literally help us get on the correct train for the city of Kathgodam.  Once settled on board with our heaps of luggage our train was off.


You would expect I’d kick back and sleep at this point, especially being this was a six hour train ride and I was dog-tired, but that’s impossible.  India simply blows your mind.  You can’t sleep.  In fact I never even sat in my seat.  I hung outside between the train cars and watched as the sun rose.  I people watched.  I literally hung off the train sniffing, tasting and watching the day come to life – so many colors, so many people – hard to explain.  My view was spectacular!


Six hours later we arrived at Kathgodam, a city at the end of the rail in the foothills of the Himalayan Mountains.  Misty met us as we exited the train and immediately filed us into a mini van for an eight hour drive north east.  It was a windy rough road the entire way that began with constant threats of head-ons with trucks and local buses that ended straddling cliffs where if our van driver dozed we could have easily plunged a 1000 feet.  Again we were so tired we should have slept, but the continuous sights and scenery of India were too exhilarating.


At 9 PM we arrived on the banks of the Saryu River.  We tromped down a steep hill in inky darkness and sloshed on to a raft with our gear.  Then a member of Misty’s camp staff rowed us across and led us to our tents.  A near 90 hours of travel came to an end.  Delirious, we slumped around the fire for food and beer while Misty and his staff filled us in on the rules of camp and the itinerary for our next ten days.  We will be awoken to coffee and breakfast at 5 AM.  I can’t wait to see where the hell we are!

Photos will improve and likely be updated with better ones later this week. I’m still in India with flickering electricity.  Because I was being filmed I took few pics however Jim and Chris will help me out here soon.

Again, please toss my old hotmail email address that I can no longer check and let’s reconnect at      THANKS!

Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing


  1. Erik Moncada

    What a crazy experience, hope all works out.

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I started fly fishing at age 7 in the lakes and ponds of New England cutting my teeth on various sunfish, bass, crappie and stocked trout. I went to Northland College in Ashland, Wisconsin, where I graduated with a Naturalist Degree while I discovered new fishing opportunities for pike, muskellunge, walleyes and various salmonids found in Lake Superior and its tributaries.

From there I headed west to work a few years in the Yellowstone region to simply work as much as most people fish and fish as much as most people work. I did just that, only it lasted over 20 years working at the Jack Dennis Fly Shop in Jackson, WY where I departed in 2009. Now it’s time to work for "The Man", working for myself that is.

I pursue my love to paint fish, lecture on every aspect of fly fishing you can imagine and host a few trips to some of the most exotic places you can think of. My ultimate goal is to catch as many species of fish on fly possible from freshwater to saltwater, throughout the world. I presently have taken over 440 species from over 60 countries!