This weakend i headed out for the yearly bake with my boys from mountains of värmland.
They have a lake were there is a magic Brown drake hatch that we have fished
for about 5 years straight. Most of them are members of the same punk band called
Millencollin and dont have to much time on there hands because of
the tours and other buisness ****. This year we had rented a cabin
that should be situated right by the lake. It was a great cabin from the
17 centuary but it was situated about a mile from the lakes as we
later on found out. We started of by getting hammered on moonshine
and beer and then we stumbled down to the lake thrue some dense bush
with the bellyboats on our backs. When we came down to the lake the
rise was already in spent mode so we only got about 1,5 hour of fishing
but what a rise. There were brown drake spents all over the surface
and we caught some great artic chars and some beutiful browns
all on spent spinners tied by yours truly. The night was later on filled
with more drinks, laughs and severel of use getting burns when we almost
set the house on fire. The following morning was hang over time and was
spent tying flies, drinking beer and telling stories from the previous year.
Jallo my best was the head of burning heart records and had been fired
because of the recesion and was no a garbage man. But he telled
us that he found that better since he could fish more now and didnt
have any deadlines. The rest of use was still working with same
**** as usual and had only fishing and drunken tales to delliver so we
went down to the lake in afternoon and lay by the shore sleeping in the
bellyboats untill we woke of a big splash out in the lake.
The duns were flying everywere and the fish easily jumped up and
took them in midair and with big splash rises. We all got into the belly boats
and soon everybody was into good fish and the mood went from mega hung over
to full out laughters mode. The evening fishing got better and better and
soon the trouts were feeding just 3-4 feets from us but wouldnt touch anything
that wasn"t in perfect size and shape. Not so strange when there is thousand and yet
thousands of spents lying on the calm surface of that mountain lake.
The night was spent as the previous night and even more stories was told as the shadows from
flames grew longer. The day after we booked the cabin for the autumn terrestrial fishing and went on home to our familys with a great feeling of no stress and camraderie. Here is some photos from the tripp i hope you pie eaters like it. :;):
Regards
P-A
Brown drake
Crashed Brown drake
The lake
Stilleben of the ring. :;):
My best mate sleeping in the belly boat after a hard night. :;):
Trout
Beer
Hi Jack
Thats sounds like a sweet tripp mate!! I hope you get some of throphy rainbows
and that you father gets some to. The char is probebly the most beutiful of all the troutP-A.
Sounds like Heaven....
Fishing, Mates and plenty of beer and Bulls&*t(stories).
Great to hear the other side of the world has priorities similar to ours..
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