The Visitors - Day 2
Published Mar 25th 2008
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The Visitors - Day 2
The roles - just to make it clear
Kempes & Co.
Two different weather conditions.
Two difficult situations.
Two times I got invited by a team of fly fishers visiting the south Swedish waters.
The first message was from Rolandas from Lithuania and the second from Raoul from Germany.
This article is the second half trying to give the impression of the meeting with Raoul and his friends.
Again, just to let all you readers know, we made the deal, that they should cast, fight, land and pose. The only role I had was to play The Photographer.
Now, no one can blame me for more casting pictures than photos of big chromers...
The other team I met up with a week later was three German guys. Daniel and the two brothers Rouven and Raoul. All experienced fly fishers with good casting skills (which they took to another level after 7 days of casting, casting and casting).
The sun was burning and it was hot like in a desert in Arizona. A very different day than the one I spent with Rolandas.
There was absolutely no wind and the water was very clear or muddy, depending on the location we fished. The no-wind-situation meant that the shooting heads did not fly out automatically and the fish were probably easily spooked. We did not see one fish the whole day.
We started fishing at bigger reef with deep water on both sides. A sandy bay on one side and two other fishable reefs on the other. The possibilities were many but the fish few.
After fishing there for half a day we decided to get a typical swedish lunch:
meat balls, mashed potatoes and cowberry jam. Accompanied by imported german beers it went down as a terrific meal and we started to believe in ourselves and up-coming success for the day.
Unfortunately the water was like dense chocolate milk at this place. Rouven and I went down the coast to find a a better place with only slightly colored water. Daniel and Raoul went out to the point of the reef. Not even the best tied flies, the most invisible leaders or the perfect line arcs could trick a fish (well, Raoul found a dead one, but that does not count, does it?).
We rested a bit in the sun. Had another beer. Talked about huge graylings in germany, the exciting asp, job situations and how girlfriends deal with men having this hobby, which drives them to lots of places, breaking the budgets and not catching anything. Fortunately our girlfriends are very tolerant, maybe even understanding.
We decided to go back to the first place, as it looked just perfect for the evening fishing. When the sun was about to disappear, Daniel suddenly hooked a fish. Just after I gave him the advise of changing his Polar Magnus to a more neutral colored one as water was gin clear. He never came that far and a fat but small sea trout clamped its jaws to the glittering fly with the screaming pink front hackle. So much for being "the expert".
A few minutes later Raoul got one and yet another one, which looked like a hybrid.
I had one take but lost it after 10 sec.
That was it. 20 minutes of action. Three small fish.
We gave it a serious shot until darkness, but nothing happened. We saw several fish jump, but hundreds of meters from the coast. Not even the best double haul could give that distance to the cast. We never saw fish head-and-tail, jump or cruise within casting range, but what the heck - it is the hunting that drives us.
Fishing is difficult in general and obviously also during the peak of the season. You will never know if you will get a fish or not, but one thing is for sure; If you travel with friends you will have some good days no matter where you are. If you write an email to people knowing the area you are going to visit, you may start networking, which can be an advantage for everyone.