Went fishing yesterday, and it wash´t half bad. Autumn is underrated.
I stumbled onto a huge hatch of Bibio pomonae in one of my favorite rivers, and found a couple of really good fish that could´t resist the juicy black bugs, gulping them down at a steady pace.
Here are some screenshots from the video material I got yesterday. The video will be published in a while.
Later –
H.
I had to pinch my arm twice, check out it wasn’t 1st of April, and run a virus control on my computer when I saw this headline on the Finnish news: Katri Helena took place in the womens’ fly fishing championships in Finland.
Katri Helena in full Fly Fishing outfit
For any Finn, Katri Helena is the face of adult oriented schlager pop in Finland, and has been for decades. Quite surprisingly, she indeed did take part on the fly fishing competition last weekend and did pretty well, too. With a 47cm rainbow trout she took the 5th place out of 10 competitors.
How did this happen? And has she seen our version of her monster hit “Katson Autiota Hiekkarantaa” (“I’m Gazing at the Deserted Sandy Beach”) on the Karaoke video we published?
No matter what – our paths seem to mysteriously intertwine. Katri, if you ever read this, why don’t we play a gig or go fishing together?
Greetings.
Here´s an excellent review of Season One from the latest issue of Norwegian jazz magazine Jazznytt:
For those of you who aren´t fortunate enough to be able to read Norwegian, I can decipher a couple of lines:
“Spending a long time on the road will do something to a jazz band, and the group became tight and intuitively interactive during the tour. The jazz audience can be glad they decided to keep the project going. Trout, arctic char and grayling are probably less enthusiastic”.
“The DVDs contain fantastic nature scenes, beautiful trout, cunning fly fishing strategies, heavy backpacks, and philosophical ponderings on existential questions like: Where do you sleep when the sun shines 24/7, the tent is boiling hot, and the air is thick with mosquitos?”
Petter Petterson / Jazznytt
I believe there are still a very limited number of DVDs left, so now you know what to get your aunt and uncle for christmas!
Later –
H.
Day 2 (cliffhanger.. )
07:00 Woke up when I fell down from the bed. My head landed on one of the stones. Tried to laugh but it wasn’t too easy. Something felt wrong. Something.. A creature was moving around close to me. Outside the boat house I suddenly found myself staring at a.. to be continued..
.. little bird! It was a very cute little bird and it made me feel good. Man I got scared! Puh! At first I thought it was a bear. With a heart rate around 190 after falling down from the spartan bed, I started to calm down. Todays schedule was about like this; walk 15 km across a landscape full of rocks, put up the tent, fish, sleep.
07:30 I brushed my teeth (too bad, the mosquitos didn’t come near me before that) and packed down the parts of the equipment that I unpacked the night before. It was actually only the whisky bottle so it didn’t take long. Then I started to hike. After a few kilometers I realized that I didn’t have my water bottle. Checked all the pockets in the back pack but it was just gone. Too bad. For a while I considered whisky instead of water, very tempting actually, but it’s boring to be drunk without friends. Anyway, water was not hard to find, springs and small creeks were crawling across the barren landscape after the last weeks of massive rain. Started to walk again.
10:00 I felt weightless. The brain was switched off and the legs were working in a way I’ve never seen before. And the sun.. the sun was everywhere. A word came to my mind. Dehydration. My right hand searched for the water bottle until I remembered it was gone. Dehydration. I continued to walk. The head started to hang a little bit. Some dark clouds came drifting and blocked the sun. My back pack felt heavier and heavier.
11:00 Finally! A river! A river? The lady at the hotel never mentioned any river when I asked her about the map and my planned route. Let’s take care of that problem after some water. I basically fell down to the ground, dropped the back pack and slid down to the water’s edge. After a couple of liters of the cold water I stopped drinking and rested on the ground for a while. My energy came back. Then I looked out over the river. “I shall cross it” I said to my self and started to look for a good place to cross the water. I walked along the river upstream for a while. I have to say it didn’t look too good. Just when I was about to turn and walk downstream again, something hard hit me in the side. I froze to ice when I realized that I.. to be continued..
This summer I had a very strong need of having “some privacy”. With privacy I mean fly fishing of course, but also time on my own. Since I wasn’t able to join the other guys on their long expedition earlier this summer, I made a solo trip. Here is a short version of the six days I spent in the mountains, somewhere in the northern parts of Sweden and Norway.
Day 1
09:00 Left Gothenburg in the morning and spent countless hours on train and bus.
20:00 In the evening I finally reached the last outpost – a restaurant in the mountains and basically the last building before nature takes over. My plan was simple. I was supposed to walk 18 km in the darkness, carrying 32 kg on my back. Because of the heavy hike, I decided to eat very much food and drink a beer before I was supposed to start to hike. I did. Could hardly move my self after the heavy dinner – a tapas buffet. That plus two pints of beer..
22:00 Stayed a little to long at the dinner table I guess, it was almost dark when I started to walk. Then what happened? The rain came. Heavy rain. After three kilometers I realized that it wasn’t too smart to try to walk during the night, outside the hiking trail, when I couldn’t see anything.
23:00 Suddenly, while I was walking along a small lake, a very old and half destroyed boat house popped up from nowhere. Without really thinking, I went inside the house (there was no door). The only minus right then was that the roof was leaking on several places. The plus was that only the left side of the roof was broken, the right side was solid and intact. The floor was actually only the ground; sand, a couple of big stones, some logs and an old boat. I built a bed, about half a meter high, of stones and logs and put the sleeping bag on top of the beautiful bed. Then I crawled down. It was not very easy since the bed was very wobbly, but after a while I found the sweet spot where I could relax. It was actually quite cosy and I fell asleep immediately.
Day 2 (cliffhanger.. )
07:00 Woke up when I fell down from the bed. My head landed on one of the stones. Tried to laugh but it wasn’t too easy. Something felt wrong. Something.. A creature was moving around close to me. Outside the boat house I suddenly found myself staring at a.. to be continued.. /Fredrik
The rain came
Hi!
While Håvard is out on his top-secret-gigantic-trout-spot fishing trip and we’re waiting for Fredrik’s report from his one-man-one-week-extreme-survival trip I’ll post some black & white photos from the other, more down to earth trips this summer.
Green & Silver
Hellau!
Just back from the mountains after a half-day fishing trip. I was hoping to get some solo-filming done, but it was a little bit too windy up there – you need perfect conditions to make the solo-filming thing work.
Still, the fishing was pretty good, and I caught 7 good brownies and arctic char on the dry fly, including the massive silver bar above. And I got some half-decent photos too. I´ll tell you all about it in a while.
Heading for the wilderness on thursday morning, will bring camera. Wish me luck!
Peace –
H.
Jolly Jumper
Hi!
Still up north. Still fishing, taking photos and filming, trying to squeeze as much blog material as possible out of the way-too-short subarctic summer.
I´ve had some really good fishing sessions during the last weeks, catching several good fish and even a couple of big ones on the dry fly. The high-jumping trout on the video screenshot above was caught during a good mayfly hatch in one of my favorite rivers. The camera was rolling on a tripod behind me, and as an added bonus, Gisle Helgesen, trout fisherman par excellence, arrived just as I hooked up with the fish. He filmed a little bit of the fight, and afterwards we had a great fishing session, catching a couple of good ones on camera. So stay tuned for new videos.
Another expedition coming up in a couple of days – I´m going for big trout in a remote wilderness river somewhere above the arctic circle. I´ll keep you posted!
H
Ahh back in beautiful Copenhagen again ! On our “two week glide” up north we were doing of course a lot of fishing, music, filming, casting – all of which require good focus for results. Back in the city I can finally let go and be out of focus… No fish to catch, no Håvard to film…
I went through some of the Season Two video material that we got from the trip. We had many great moments there and many of them had a kind of surreal quality to them. Looking back at it I remember a hazy feeling caused by lack of sleep and the long hours of filming and fishing. Adding to the hazyness of the material is the fact that focusing with video dslrs is so damn difficult that half of my frames always end up more or less out of focus anyways…
Building on this theme I have decided to make a whole new series of screencaptures of out of focus hazy stuff 🙂 Enjoy! And of course making some sort of Season Two trailer video of the same stuff would be a priority 1.
Hi!
Here are some pics from the Northern Expedition 2012. There’s more to come, stay tuned!
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