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Fyn 2009

Fyn 2009

After a year of waiting it was finally time again to visit beautiful Denmark.
The goal for me was to catch some up to size searun browns that had so skilfully eluded me last fall.

The annual fishing pilgrimage started at 06.00 hrs., the party consisted of five anglers (Tom, Hans, Alfons, Joop and jours truly).
Our usual suspects came to late to our rendezvous point, as usual thus.
The first leg of the trip through Germany went pretty good and even the Elbe river tunnel in Hamburg provided no big problems for us.
As we cleared the Danish border we wondered how the unusual warm temperatures and bright sunny skies would affect the fishing.

Our first stop in Denmark was in Haderslev to visit the local subsidiary of The “Go Fishing” stores.
I stocked up on a couple of flies, Hans wanted to buy an Orvis strippingbasket.
Since the Danish flyfishing festival was just about to start in Kolding some of the Stores inventory was shipped to the fair,
stripping baskets being one of them.
So the main store in Odense on the island Fyn was called to inquire about their stock.
One basket was put aside for Hans meaning we would visit the big shop sometime during our stay.

We got the latest fishing reports from the shopkeeper and where warned that with the flyfishing festival the shores of the island could be crowded.
Fishing was good however despite the sunny weather.
After visiting the candy store it was back on the road again, we moved swiftly up The coast and crossed the Lille Baelt bridge onto the Island of Fyn.
When we called our landlord it became clear that we could pick up the keys for the Cottage at 15.00 hours, several hours later than our arrival time.
We decided to drive to the cottage first to dump our non-vital = non-fishing gear upon the veranda of the cottage.
When we drove up to our cottage Tom noticed one of the window was open.
I knew Tom sold software but his burglary skills where suspiciously good.
He slipped through the window and voila opened the doors.
We claimed our bunks and dumped our stuff in the cottage, now it was time for fishing.
The wind was strong from the east – northeast, we where located at Sandager Naes on the west of the Island.

Sonderby klint

There was a good spot nearby at Sonderby Klint (Klint = Cliff) so that’s where we headed to.
We all dispersed along the cliff and started fishing.
Tom was the first one to catch a seatrout, that was promising.

Tom releasing the first fish of the trip

During the last trip hook and line failure had cost me good fish so this time I was prepared.
I had tied my own flies on good hooks and had stocked up on premium 1x fluorocarbon.
After an hour of fruitless blindcasting I got into a good fish.
The line held, the hook stayed in shape and so I could land my first Seatrout of the season.

My first seatrout of 2009

The fly was totalled though meaning I had to improve on my flytying skills.
Luckily I had tied enough flies in advance that would surely last the four days of the trip.

A totally destroyed fly - flammen

Seatrout fishing for me on the open coast in spring was more or less a blind casting game as fish would not show themselves.
With so much water and so few fish you need to be persistent in your efforts and look for the fish.
The location we where at was a good spot with a nice current that would always hold some fish.
With this coastal fishing one or two fish a day would be a very good score so I was happy that I had my first fish.
As I continued fishing I received another strike at the border of rocky bottom / sandy bottom.
The fish hit far out and when I struck I could see that it was a big fish.
When I fought the fish I worried that the tippet might break during the runs.
Alfons was nearby and had the camera in hand to film the whole session.

My personal best seatrout of 70cm.
Personal best seatrout

The close quarter battle became especially interesting as the fish ran every time it saw the landing net.
Fighting the fish on a short line was a classical moment to break the tippet.
I took my time however and finally netted the fish.
I measured the fish at 70cm, the biggest searun brown I had ever caught and well over my Previous personal record of 59 cm.
With this fish the trip was already a great success, my buddies mentioned that they would never take me with them again
– the price of fame I guess 🙂
After this intense fight I needed a break to reflect this great catch.

Time for a break

After the coffee break I headed out to the shore again in search of other searuns.
As I stood in the water some wiggly moved in the waters surface, I turned out to be a ragworm.
I had never witnessed the famous ragworm spawning that took place in Spring, this had to be one of the stragglers.

Ragworm

Off course the next step was to tie on a ragworm fly and hope that it would be the perfect bait for the searuns.
Nothing happened for a long time though so I tied on the flammen again and probed the rocky shoreline.
The flammen was the ticket as I soon hooked the third fish of the day.

Seatrout nr.3 of the day

We fished until sunset and beyond but nobody of our party could get any fish again.
It was my best fishing day in Denmark ever with the largest trout I had ever encountered.
For me the trip was already a great success. After sunset we packed in our gear and got the
keys for our little cottage, good sleep was assured for me.

Denmark – Vejle A – Sept. 2006

Denmark – Vejle A – Sept. 2006

Some members from our club had been to Denmark a few weeks ago and told us that heavy rainfall had made river fishing almost impossible.
With that in mind we decided to visit the upper section of a small stream where we fished with success three years ago.
The stretched we fished boasted two small hydroelectric plants, shallow bypasses lead a minimal flow of water around these plants.
The first look on the river was very promising, a more or less normal flow with very clear water.

A close inspection of the water resulted in the spotting of several fish.
That clear water made it possible to spot fish but the same was true for the fish spotting anglers on the riverbank. 
It was obvious that the fish where extremely wary.
Numerous sedges where moving around the meadows and over the stream but we saw no rising fish.
On our first visit fish where rising all over the place so we wondered why no fish where active in the surface.

Dumping a nymph in the stream and catch a fish right away like
I did three years ago did not work this time.
I could not get the fish to take any of my nymphs.
As a last resort I tied on a sedge and dropped the fly carefully to a stationary brown trout. 
As soon as the leader landed on the water the fish would flee to be never seen again.
Maybe the river had received a hammering by anglers or the cormorants had scared the fish, who could tell.

Since the fish where so spooky I tried to nail them in those parts of the river where they could not spot me, the rapid flowing sections behind the turbine houses.
First I tried the outflow of one of the bypasses.
Although the bypass was a ditch I suspected that the fast moving water would surely house the odd trout.
On the first cast the nymph was immediately intercepted and I battled a sizable fish for some moments.
The first fish threw the nymph but some more casts near the outflow yielded at least a little brown for me.

In the past the outflow of the first turbine house was a spot that yielded many fish for me.
I entered the channel downstream from the turbine house and waded upstream placing
the nymph along the weed lines.

While wading I only scared fish away so I got out of the stream and crawled right up to the white walls of the turbine house.
The stream was only 3ft. wide at that point so all I could do was to drop the nymph including the indicator down in the channel.
The nymph floated only a foot or so along the channel when a fish dragged the indicator down. 
A good brown trout was hiding in the depths and had taken the nymph.

The other guys in the mean time had no luck .
Only Tom had caught a nice rainbow while the rest had skunked.
After a lunch break in the afternoon some of our party wanted to fish another section of the river downstream.
Since I knew it was total swamp down there I wanted to skip that part but I was overruled and so we lost valuable time in a section of the river that consisted of marsh and quicksand with very little trout.

After a while we returned to the place we started fishing and I could continue my quest for trout.
A visit at the first turbine house yielded another small brown trout.
The next object I explored was turbine house no. 2, that place looked very fishy.
To get into a position to cast I had to carefully wade trough a mass of aquatic plants that would not be out of place in the Amazon.

At least the bottom was mostly gravel so I did not sink in to far in the muck.
The fast flowing water from the turbine provided some cover from the wary trout.
I managed to make a few cast through an opening in the brushes and the nymph floated past the turbine house.
The drift yielded another little brown for me, fish nr. 4 was a fact.

Further downstream of turbine house 2 some deadfalls looked like a promising fish hideout.
When I waded out further in the swamp the bottom turned into quicksand so I hastily retreated to higher grounds.
We stayed until sunset in the hope of an evening rise but nothing happed.
My companions had all hooked into trout but one or two fish per angler was just not good enough, even the pretty landscape could not outweigh that fact.

We concluded that we must have been extremely lucky at our visit three years ago.
This stream was definitively scrapped from our “to do” list .
We would surely find some replacement stream since southern Jutland had plenty of rivers to choose from.

Fyn 2006

Fyn 2006

A recollection of my first trip to the Island of Fyn in Denmark.
I was forewarned that this seatrout fishing was a tough business and that I would probably blank on my first trip.

The first stop was at Sønderballe on mainland Jutland.
A wonderfull looking place but alas no fish to be seen.

We headed on to try Kolding fjord further north where conditions where bleak.
A strong cold wind blew over the fjord and while my buddy Tom headed north I sought refuge in the more sheltered southern part of the fjord.

When the tide began to race over a nearby musselbed I noticed feeding fish and tossed small pink shrimps in the current with as result bites from the fish.
Lost several fish but managed to catch two small seatrout on my first day, beginners luck indeed.
The next days where indeed a lot tougher but we still caught a fish or two.