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GFF Summit 2008
A merry gathering of fly anglers from all over the place
After having travelled all night and been sleeping in the car for forty minutes at the backyard of the hostel in Odense we finally met the welcome committee. It took a while before anyone believed that we had traveled all night, and it took them a couple of more minutes before they believed that we had been sleeping in a couple of race tires in the trunk of Jan's fathers Opel.
After the welcoming
we had breakfast , a breakfast far from the oatmeal and lingon (Cowberry) jam that us Spartan Swedes usually have. This breakfast consisted of a wide range of sausages, bread, cheese, jam, marmalade and juice. This truly was the country of groovy pastry. A much more endorsing country than the bitter north.
Wedellsborg once again welcomed us with good weather and some wind, also with a couple of smaller fish that was caught during the day
The night was
initially spent viewing pictures and telling lies to each other. I fell asleep during the movie that Rolandas showed from Argentina, and frankly I'm not sure what was in my dream and what was true. After waking up from that state of being, I quickly made sure to find a better place to sleep.
This, this is it!
Was the first thing Martin said after arriving at the beach on Sunday. The water had a gentle ripple caused by a gentle wind and the water was fairly clear in opposite to the day before when it looked more or less like bad coffee.
A short discussion was held of where and with what to fish with, after that we formed into small teams and started the hunt. Jan, Richard and I went downwind and started fishing where the beach met some rocks. I quickly fell into the usual ‘fishing-machine-mode' and let cast after cast roll out towards the horizon.
I can't say
that I was surprised when my fingers registered a hard tug on my fly, the hook was set. After a hard fight on my five weight, I lifted up my first "big" Danish sea trout into my gentle arms and begun posing for the cameras. I then took the hook out and watched it swim back into the big blue where it came from. Not surprised? Is he that confident? No, but sometimes everything is right and you know that it's just a matter of time before you get close contact with a fish.
Just afterwards Richard
caught a slightly colored trout of almost 60 cm that, for me and Jan, marked the end of this year's Danish odyssey, or as we who where present would like to call it: "The Summit".