As I didn’t have any plans, I didn’t have the right equipment ,which is, well.. no good. I needed a sinking tip and only had a floating line. I looked through my flies and found “a secret fly”, given to me by a good friend Valli. He gave me this fly to use for the Blanda river in the north which has deep pools, and it was still lying there waiting in the box. Fantastic, this will do! This fly was heavier than my ass weighs on Christmas evening after eating the whole holiday cookies from Santa. Perfect.
Where to start… I was going to Blanda beat 1 in Iceland for the salmon fishing opening 5-7th June last. The opening started at 7am but I could not be there until for the second half at 16.00. I knew how many salmon had gone up the ladder earlier so this was headed for an adventure. Even so nothing could prepare me for the news I got that morning. My father called me at 9am to tell me they had already caught 18 salmon on the first two hours on 4 rods!?!
I have been fishing ever since I can remember and I have been blessed meeting a lot of great people through fishing and hearing their stories. I love being around other people and hearing about their journey and with this blog I hope to bring both mine and other anglers stories to life. Not stories about who caught the biggest fish or how. But their memories, because sometimes fishing is not about the biggest fish but the journey behind it – the nature, the learning, mishaps and the people you meet along the way. For me that is fishing.