Fyn 2006

Fyn 2006

A recollection of my first trip to the Island of Fyn in Denmark.
I was forewarned that this seatrout fishing was a tough business and that I would probably blank on my first trip.

The first stop was at Sønderballe on mainland Jutland.
A wonderfull looking place but alas no fish to be seen.

We headed on to try Kolding fjord further north where conditions where bleak.
A strong cold wind blew over the fjord and while my buddy Tom headed north I sought refuge in the more sheltered southern part of the fjord.

When the tide began to race over a nearby musselbed I noticed feeding fish and tossed small pink shrimps in the current with as result bites from the fish.
Lost several fish but managed to catch two small seatrout on my first day, beginners luck indeed.
The next days where indeed a lot tougher but we still caught a fish or two.

Germany 28-01-2006

Germany 28-01-2006

A visit to a nearby stream in the middle of Winter.
Expectancy was low and so where the results as we could not get any fish to bite.

Time has passed and this straightened stream has been renaturized in certain parts.
Inpassable weirs have been removed which should make migration of fish possible
if they are not eaten first by the hordes of cormorants that plague our local waters.

This particular stream holds mostly Dace and Roach in selected spots but as
the local angling clubs sometimes stock trout you can expect surprises.
Catching fish there is difficult though.

Oostvoorne Dec. 28th. 2005

Oostvoorne Dec. 28th. 2005

After a successful trip to Lake Oostvoorne on the 18th of December quite a few members
of our flyfishing club wanted to go there for a final flyfishing trip to seal off the year.
The big rainbows in the lake where a compelling reason to go there.
Unfortunately the weather was a factor that had a strong impact on my fellow flyfishermen.
Once the temperature dropped below freezing the volunteers disappeared as snow before the Sun.
In the end only Tom and Bert where willing and able to go but I guess everybody had a slight
feeling that we might be totally insane to go fishing in this weather.

When we arrived at the lake the skies where bright and blue and a light breeze was blowing.
The otherwise packed parking lot at the lake was totally empty, how odd.
We only spotted three fellow flyfisherman from Belgium and saw two divers floating in the cold waters of the lake.
The water was actually warmer than the outside air, 41F water compared to 33F air.
I headed out to one of the entrances between the little dams in the lake and immediately
spotted a very big rainbow making a turn in the surface.
So the fish where present, the only thing needed was a fish that ate flies.

The cold weather called for fishing with sinking lines and making slow retrieves.
We used floating nymphs that in conjunction with the fast sinking lines hovered close to the lake’s bottom.
Fishing was very slow, after seeing the big bow in the surface I saw no more signs of life in the water.
Since nobody was catching any thing I was pretty sure I was not doing anything wrong.
At one point during the day we saw a guy who was filming us, he was standing next to Tom and asked how things where going.
Bert asked Tom later who the guy was affiliated with, I just replied it might be psychiatrists weekly.

So during the bright daylight hours nobody was catching any fish.
We would just have to tough it out until the golden hour of sunset arrived.
Then our chances of catching a fish would be increase greatly.
It was a fact that most fish where caught either at dusk or dawn.

Although it was cold outside we fared pretty well during the day because the sun was shining and the dunes behind us shielded us from the North-easterly
winds.
The only drawback was the smell from the petrochemical plants located well in front of the dunes in the Rotterdam harbour.
Once the sun was gone the temperatures plummeted and suddenly I noticed ice in the guides and on the line.

Tom and I had the same rate of success in the evening as during the day, none.
Bert on the other hand was shouting that he finally had a take.
Then came another shout and he was into a fish.
Tom rushed towards Bert and took a few pictures of the fish, it was not big so most likely one of the years new stocked rainbows.

So Bert saved the day, at least a fish was caught so this whole exercise in the bitter cold was not in vain.
Our reputation was saved and for now we where safe from being transported to an asylum.
As we left the temperature had plummeted to 25F, we where happy to get in the warm car and go home.
It was a memorable ending of the fishing year.

Netherlands 11-12-2005

Netherlands 11-12-2005

Today I went fishing for pike at the grounds of the local university.
My fishingbuddy Joop had a special permit to fish there and was able to take one guest angler with him.
The campus is littered with small heavy overgrown lakes that house pike in various sizes.
I had two hits on the fly and managed to haul in one little specimen who hit the fly when I retrieved it close to the bank.


Pike

Pike nr.2 shot out from a weedbed to nail the fly but after a few jumps the hook came out.
Joop was fishing a streamer with a spinningrod to fish those parts of the lakes that where out of reach for flyfishing.
He had several hits but was not able to hook any fish.
Todays weather was reasonable, 40F temperature with gray skies and light rain.

Netherlands 13-11-2005

Netherlands 13-11-2005

Since I returned from Florida I had to adjust to the local fishing again.
Fall down in the Netherlands means pikefishing.
With the demise of aquatic vegitation due to the changing weather pattern pike become targets again for the local flyfishers.

Yesterday I was on my second piketrip and still eagerly trying to catch the first pike of the season.
The colder weather had made the fish somewhat sluggish so fishing was slow.
Still we probed the usual pikehaunts near brigdes and junctions of canals and streams.

At one bridge I thought I had hooked the bottom, as I started to pull on the line the bottom suddenly moved.
A huge pike had taken the fly and came to the surface.
Unfortunately the hook was not set properly and in a blink of an eye the pike slipped of the hook.
I ended that day pikeless, it was a heartbreaking moment.


Today I got a rematch when I fished a location inside the city.
Normally I would do anything to avoid fishing there since I can not stomach the question of bypassers “have you caught anything” repeated every 5 minutes.
So at the end of the day I fished this ornamental pond in the smack of town which I knew held some fine specimens of pike.
After half an hour first signs of live showed when a pike followed the fly right to the bank but broke of the attack at the last minute.
I fished on and past sunset I hooked a substantial pike 15 feet out of the bank.


First pike of the season.

The fish dispaced a lot of water when I struck, it raced off towards the middle of pond in an instant.
The fish put up a surprisingly good fight and even jumped clear of the water which was pretty unusual for our local pike.
The streamer was neatly hooked in the corner of the mouth and was released after a quick photo.
It was my first pike of the season and the biggest one I ever had caught, not bad for an urban pond.