 
                                                     With its vast stretches of wilderness, the Norwegian tundra holds endless opportunities of crystal clear rivers. The salmon run wild and lake upon lake upon lake provides some of the best hatches you can imagine. With weeks on the road to explore the rivers of Finnmark, we were sure that this would be a trip to remember!
With its vast stretches of wilderness, the Norwegian tundra holds endless opportunities of crystal clear rivers. The salmon run wild and lake upon lake upon lake provides some of the best hatches you can imagine. With weeks on the road to explore the rivers of Finnmark, we were sure that this would be a trip to remember!

 With great expectations, we worked our way down the usual way, one cast at a time. Throughout the day we encountered several fellow fishermen. But neither of us or them would the fish be fooled. No bite. Nada.
With great expectations, we worked our way down the usual way, one cast at a time. Throughout the day we encountered several fellow fishermen. But neither of us or them would the fish be fooled. No bite. Nada.

So far we already knew the season had been pretty bad, but this was way worse than we could imagine. I’m not going to lie; at this time, the moral was pretty low. When the invitation came to fish the sea pool on a private stretch that hadn’t been touched for a while, we knew. This was it! Morale back at 100%. With confidence, we made our way to the river, rigged up and ready to go.
When the invitation came to fish the sea pool on a private stretch that hadn’t been touched for a while, we knew. This was it! Morale back at 100%. With confidence, we made our way to the river, rigged up and ready to go. The river ran clear, the sun was setting and fresh sea-run salmon were entering, stirring up the pools. Not another fisherman in sight. Not long after, the tug finally came, and it came hard. punching the rod followed by an almost violent scream from the reel. It was on! We all came running over to assist, laughing eagerly and screaming. It was safe to say we were a bit malnourished. What came after gave us a good shock.
The river ran clear, the sun was setting and fresh sea-run salmon were entering, stirring up the pools. Not another fisherman in sight. Not long after, the tug finally came, and it came hard. punching the rod followed by an almost violent scream from the reel. It was on! We all came running over to assist, laughing eagerly and screaming. It was safe to say we were a bit malnourished. What came after gave us a good shock.

 
 




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