Turned out ok, anyway
But as fishing time get's closer, the weather only gets better. The wind won't reach the Surnadal valley, and the rain only sporadic. We started fishing around 9 pm, which is pretty early, and I tie on a Silver Zulu with Jungle Cock, size 8. Julern goes with a Montana nymph, and we start on Zone 7.
A smoke will help!
We don't see and much less catch anything the first hour. But I'm doing ok with the casting, and the conditions are nice and quiet, so we're having a good time. There's a definite sense of anticipation in the air, the best time has yet to come..
I'll have a smoke, I tell myself, that's should do the trick. So, I light it up, and cast away.. And, wouldn't you know?! On the very next cast, I hook a sea-trout! Just as the fly started accelerating on the final part of the cast.. So, listing carefully kids: Take up smoking! <g>
The fish heads downstream, and I'm enjoying the music of the reel serving backing. Minutes pass, I'm in control of the situation, I remember thinking to myself, just as the cigarette glow burned my lip.. I'd forgotten all about the cigarette, and now I got a sexy little burn to show for it.. Oh well, I shout upstream to Julern, the net-junkie, but he hasn't even noticed. He reels in his line, and in a minute, tomorrow's breakfast is secured in the net. More than a pound fish for each of us, that should do it..
Demonstration of power
I hand another Silver Zulu to Julern, and tell him to get the f..k out in the river, while I remain on the bank, with a new smoke and a big smile.. It's getting darker by the minute, and it's reached the point where you need a flashlight to tie a knot. But why should I tie on something new, I think to myself, as I get out again, still with the Silver Zulu at the end of my leader. Julern is 30 yards downstream of me, still without any luck..
"This is TOO easy!", I shout downstream at Julern, as my rod tip once again bends to the pressure of a fish. This isn't quite as big as the former, so I decline when Julern, more out of obligation than anything else, offers his net services. Breakfast is already secured, and this river really needs every fish it can get, so I release the 1,5 pounder.
It appears that someone on the other bank is landing a fish, but we couldn't really tell in the dark. We didn't catch or see anything more, anyway. I get my camera, and in a moment of carelessness, the blitz faced the river, as I was proudly posing with my catch. The other fishermen definitely didn't care much for our little light show, as the sea-trout is easily spooked by light. Which we really knew, but just forgot.. Ouch.
We head back to the cabin, with my smile being slightly bigger than Julern's, to enjoy a few beer and a cigar..
The friday kicked off just like thursday, rain - lots of rain. After an absolutely delicious breakfast of fresh sea-trout, we decide to move on. Sure, we had caught fish, well, I had anyway, but we felt it more like getting even, rather than an invitation to further delight. Besides, an hour's drive away, lay Driva, a river famous for its sea-trout, a river we both wanted to try.
Julern still hasn't even his score with Surna, but on my personal Surna account, I just chalked down 1-1.
But for now, we were headed for Driva.
Some links (some are Norwegian):
Our July trip to Surna.
Surna on the net.
Map of Surna.
Map of the Honnstad/Mogstad-stretch.
Surna: Silver Zulu with Jungle Cock. Easy to tie, and it's a killer for sea-trout.
Surna: Fresh from the sea, a sea-trout in excellent condition.
Surna: Finally, the score is settled. Surna - Figen 1-1..