Katharsisdrill in Iceland 3 - A fishing trip

I am writing a bit about my holiday in Iceland. You can read more here:

Iceland - the wifi-problem

Katharsisdrill in Iceland 1 - Hot springs and a smell of boiled eggs

Katharsisdrill in Iceland 2 - Visiting Snorri Sturlason in Reykholt

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After the visit to Reykholt (see the links above) we arrived in the afternoon at the cottage where our friends Guðbjörg and Karl Jóhann were staying with their friends. There was a hectic and exited atmosphere at the place as everybody was on their way out to catch fish in the Miðá creek and later, when the trout came in from the sea in the place where the creek ran into the Hvammsfjörður. We had a fast introduction to the three families their children and dogs, had a rye flatbread with butter and smoked lamb, and then we ran around the house to have a fast look at what had been caught until now. Then we jumped in the cars and went fishing.

Driving in the water on a bed of treacherous rolling stones.

There was a lot of driving in water as we indulged in the oldest entertainment of the human race: hunting and fishing. Karl Jóhann grew up on Snæfellsnes and knew the place like his own pocket. When we talked later, back in Reykjavik, his greatest regret was that there was so many fishing spots we hadn't seen. He was fly fishing, while I , who never have tried fly fishing, used a normal fishing rod with a float and with lugworms as bait.

Our host and some of his friends discuss fishing matters

It was not really sunshine, but the rain had stopped and it was quite pleasant to be in the fresh and beautiful landscape. My youngest daughter, who have had some nice experiences fishing from my brother in law's wonderful wooden boat, wanted to fish too - so while I just enjoyed being there and absentmindedly showed her how to use a coastal fishing rod, she got into competition mode - I wasn't too concerned about catching a fish, but she was!

Clear and dry weather

After some unsuccessful tries at different spots, we raced back to the cottage to meet up with the others, because at seven o'clock we had to go to the place where the creek ran into the fjord. The trout would come in with the tide and we had to go be there until the place was flooded at about ten-eleven.

At the fishing spot close to the fjord where the trouts come in with the tide to eat.

I don't have a drivers license so it was my wife who had to brave the waters in the large, Japanese 4x4 picup that we had lend from Guðbjörg's brother. There was an ecstatic mood when we arrived at the fishing spot. Our wonderful hosts where all accomplished anglers, and everybody knew what to do.

Icelandic teenagers and already skilled anglers.

After a short while my youngest took over the fishing rod for good. I helped a little with the throws at first, but it didn't take her long to get the hang of it, so I just enjoyed the spectacle and the Moët & Chandon that was served together with Icelandic pop music on the car stereo. It was all fun and picturesque and the aroused mood was wonderful.

My beautifull daughters.

Trying a fishing spot a bit away from the others

And then it happened! My daughter caught herself a fine little trout. The perfect end to a perfect evening.