Our morning beat was at the confluence of two rivers on a private farm. Very similar to any meandering meadow river fishing in the States, except for char. Were able to catch five smaller fish, but the larger fish visible on some of the sweeps wouldn’t take anything we offered.
Asked Nonni if there was anything more frustrating than seeing fish and not figuring out how to catch them?
He offered the obvious answer… “Not seeing fish or figuring out how to catch them.”
At least it started off as a sunny day…first day without a rain coat on the trip!
Our next beat was on a very pretty smaller lake, Úlfljótsvatn, where the wind direction and speed really limited our options, but we gave it a shot anyways…
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| Nonni’s little diesel SUV got to some tough places today and is a real goer! |
The wind just takes a toll, especially fly fishing, so we were happy to retreat to the Grímsborgir lounge and restaurant for recovery.
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| Already mentioned how good the macaroons were…apparently word got back to the kitchen via our Croatian friends, so there were extras included with our dessert! |
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