A little short memory from this summer way above the arctic circle:
After quite a few days of warm weather, mosquitoes, horse flies and sleepless nights in the tent under the midnight sun, I finally encountered this guy. The river (which is more or less untouched) was dead, only with a few sporadic rises. On a calm, narrow stretch of the river (8-10m wide), we saw one fish very gently sipping mayfly duns about 10-20cm outside the opposite river bank. My buddy «kindly» let me fish it, which I think was mostly because it seemed like yet another small one. No nerves, with a «what have I got to loose» attitude helped the casting and presentation. I made a short first cast to feel the current. The fish took the size 16 mayfly dun on the next one.
The result? A beautiful, wild brown trout of 2.2kg (4.85lbs). In this river, we have experienced over and over again that the smallest rises often produce the biggest fish. Still, this was a surprise due to where the fish was feeding. Happy fishing guys and gals, and never judge a fish by its rise.
Posted by maximumflooding