Hey there, I’m Pascal Zeller. You could say fly fishing isn’t just my job—it’s pretty much my life. I’ve been lucky enough to turn that passion into my everyday reality, based near Interlaken in the heart of the Swiss Alps. Honestly, if you’ve never seen this place, the landscapes here will knock your socks off. Crystal-clear rivers, hidden mountain streams, lakes so deep they look endless—it’s like nature designed it all just for anglers.

Now, Switzerland’s got this reputation for being postcard-perfect, right? And yeah, it totally lives up to the hype. Tourists flock here for the views, but what really gets me is the water. Everywhere you look, there’s another spot begging for a fly rod. People sometimes ask, "Wait, you can actually fly fish here?" Oh, absolutely. Whether you’re a total newbie or you’ve got calluses from handling rods for years, there’s something here that’ll make your day.

So here’s what I do: I guide folks through Switzerland’s ridiculously clean waters. Want to chase alpine trout so high up you’ll need a jacket in July? Done. Prefer wrestling pike in some quiet lake where the only sound is your reel screaming? Got that too. And barbel—ever tried those? They’re like freshwater bonefish, seriously tough customers when you get them on deep nymphs. Oh, and chub? Dry flies drive them wild. It’s almost too easy sometimes.

Upstreamflyfishing started back in ’98, when guided trips here were basically unheard of. Over the years, we’ve figured out how to handle pretty much anything—from first-timers who’ve never held a rod to hardcore anglers looking for their next challenge.
Here’s the rundown:

New to this? I’ll teach you the basics without making you feel like an idiot.
Corporate team building? Nothing bonds people like watching their boss miss a 3-pound trout.
Seasoned pro? Let’s hit those spots even locals don’t know about.

Some highlights you might dig:

Alpine trout that fight like they’ve got something to prove
Pike that’ll make your forearm ache by lunchtime
Barbel and chub that turn tiny streams into battlegrounds
Oh, and grayling—sneaky bastards, but so worth it

Bottom line: If it swims in Swiss water, I’ve probably spent way too much time figuring out how to catch it. Barbel, brown trout, pike—you name it. The Alps aren’t just pretty; they’re packed with fish that’ll make you forget to take photos.