Yesterday was all about boeuf bourguignon, Barolo, cinnamon sour apple cocktails and vodka. To many. No rehabilitation for a fly fisher. Today was all about hangover cure. Autumn has started. The dry fly season gets closer to the end. Nights are getting colder. The temperature of the norwegian fjords slowly drops. The sea trout comes... Continue Reading →

I walked the river for 10 hours. Spying for rising trout and grayling. Nothing. The river was floating its way down without any surface disturbance. I dropped dead on the ground under the bridge and fell asleep. I woke up to a party with caddisfly pupas. Seven beautiful two pound grayling could not resist my... Continue Reading →

Just came back from a trip with friends John and Kalle. This helicopter trip to the swedish highlands was a birthday gift to Kalle. It would become more of a bromance trip than chasing personal records. Though Kalle caught the biggest grayling of the trip, 2.4 pound. The wine was perfectly temped and the beer... Continue Reading →

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