This summer I traveled trough Norway and Sweden by car, sleeping in a tent, fishing all day, living on what nature had to offer. I saw a lot of beautiful places but the Norwegian coastline was by far the most stunning landscape I ever came across. Crystal clear water, waterfalls and mountain tops still covered in snow right above the beaches that I fished made me forget about time, worries and the “real” world.
One day I discovered a Fjord hardly fished by any people. After I had erected my tent I grabbed my tremor #7 and walked to the nearby beach to see what I could catch that evening. Before I did the first cast I sat down at the shore, took a deep breath and admired the unbelievable beauty of nature in this place. I felt grateful for the chance of witnessing such beauty even more because shortly before I started my trip I recovered from a broken leg that made it impossible for me to fish for two months. So after I gazed at the calm sea for quite some time I washed my face and hands in the salty water and waded out to cast my shrimp imitation to whatever fish that would eat it. I didn’t even have time to retrieve my first cast when something hit my fly hard. I first thought I was fighting a searun browntrout but it was a decent Atlantic mackerel that was bending my tremor pretty good. I had never caught that species before so I was very nervous when I got it to the net. Everything worked out and after admiring the beautiful colors of the fish for a second I released it into the ocean. What happened in the next hours I will never forget. Almost every cast got me a fish. The mackerels were in a feeding frenzy and they would sometimes attack my fly four or five times until I was able to hook them. This species does not grow very big but is famous for the fight. After 25 fish in the net I stopped counting. The amount of fish in the bay was insane. When the sun began to set the searun browntrouts started feeding as well and I was able to catch a bunch of small ones. It was a perfect evening. I decided to keep one of the bigger mackerels for dinner – a very good decision since the Atlantic mackerel is related to tuna and tastes almost as good.
When I think of that evening now, four weeks later, I can still recall the feeling of ease and fulfillment that hours gave me. But now enough words so you can check out the pictures and the awesome match of colors between an Atlantic mackerel and the Tremor SW.