Wind from hell

Gunnar goes downstream to fish one of his super bays and I follow later. He has caught already some good graylings as rising has started. I go little down as there are rising fish also. We fish that area and get few graylings, nothing big yet decent. It is not easiest fishing as wind is bad and graylings are super picky. 

In the evening after nice dinner cooked by Stefan we play little with lumiline and do night casting, super nice evening after nice day. 

Saturday morning I wake up early, breakfast, picnic lunch with and river. It is dead calm now, sun is shining behind cloud layer yet I have high hopes. Fishing is slow until midday, I have caught one okay fish and lost one good one. Then rises starts, there are some really big rising now and then. 

I caught one decent grayling and think that this is the fly... just to notice that next one rise, watch and denial. I change fly, caught fish to realise that next fish don't like that fly. This game goes over one hour, maybe two. I caught fish now and then, some good ones yet it is going thru multiple flies. 

Then I decide try size 16 beige klinkhämmer again, it gave fish earlier and I have changed spot little bit, there has fish rising and it hasn't react previous flies. I make first cast and suprise is huge as rise and take fly with no hesitation. Fight and landing absolutely beauty, 54 cm, 1.5 kg grayling. Hard work paid off. I'm super happy. 

I see someone wading over river, over fish spot. I saved that to be fished on way back as  Friday we caught couple nice fish from there and I lost one big one. Well that's gone now. 

I change totally different area with car. Found some rising fish, make cast, fish come to see klinhammer, rejection but turns right on other fly, nice 48 cm grayling. I check bays upstream but wind is ruining those. 

Time check one more place before going to camping area. Ingrid, owner, has made dinner and invited some guests to eat, including me. So I don't miss that. 

I come on spot and see rising fish just 1 meter from shore, cast and take, again nice over 40 cm grayling. I caught one more next big stone. This is actually going well. It is time to end fishing and go for dinner. 

Sunday morning, breakfast, clean cabin and pack car. It is last fishing day for this season in Sweden for me. I'm not rushing out as wind is from hell. It has huge blows, just basic one is hard and then blows. 

I check spot where are ended yesterday, nothing and wind hits really hard. Then spot were I caught fish also, ruined. It is full of leaves and wind blows even more than in first place. Then I figure that there will be spot which wind can't hit, so I move there. That's spot with absolutely no wind and no fish. I see moose watching me from 10 meter, calf jumped away. 

I decide to try Tjulån, spot which was good on Saturday and Friday. Wind doesn't look so bad.... until I cross river and I meet whole power from that wind. I have HT4 with dt line and HT6 with competition mastery. 

I make few cast with HT4, I can fish nearest 5 meter where I can see one fish. No reaction, so I take HT6 with ismo's pupa. Few cast, nothing, then fly drops on right line, I can see fish anymore as wind is destroying surface and it is deep hole. Music from Jaws when it is getting closer to you. I see huge grayling rising on fly slowly, it is thinking about... rising just underneath and just dropping back to depth. 

I fish area, wind is straight from hell, some water drops coming, I can see that cloud about 10 km away, wind brings few drops. I see big rise, I got fish rising, making suck but stopping before fly goes down. Mean bastard. I try klinkhammer, two rejections. Again some rises, wind almost blow cap from head, I need to pull it deeper. Casting is ridiculous, lift rod and wind will do back  cast and forward cast have to beat wind. 

I'm suprised how easily I beat wind, I get on my best 16 meters fly line +15 ft leader out and straight, mostly it is just flyline getting straight which suits as it gives some mending possibilities. If fly line is any out from water wind will take everything, I have to be insane to fish here. 

I put flying ant imitation, I caught good fish fast. And other one quite fast, well this is fun. Impossible circumstances for dries and here we are, catching fish. Let's see if big one wants to take, after few tries I got it right and take, I land 50cm, 1 kg fish. This is superb. I'm super proud of myself and enjoying a lot. 

Time to check that special spot, where I lost fish on Friday. Gunnar told that there is never big fish, I think he meant that they don't normally fish that place so they don't know. 

I make first cast, nothing, maybe Gunnar is right and Friday was just the accident. Second cast close to bank and under trees, it should happen now and it does. Fish has decided to take it, I hook it, yet not good enough and I lost it fast. I saw fish when it toon and that was nice fish. 

It is time to give up, do some shopping on local butchery and go back. Wind is still blowing. 

I go back to camping after shopping. I tell guys what I caught and they say it has been good work on those circumstances. I beat wind from hell, not just with catching fish yet also casting good casts. 

We pack my car with some Stefan's and AK's stuff. I'm helping them to get things down to Piteå. In the evening we have snooker. Stefan is on fire and I'm total shit. Yet I was only one out fishing today. 

Wind from hell couldn't beat me. It was amazing weekend with friends and fishing. Monday driving back home, works are waiting. It is long time for next season.  Maybe some days fishing back home if weather is okay. 

Have a nice weekend and go fishing 

Mika the Legend