Originally written on July, 17th 2007.
It is rare that I get to go to better salmon rivers than my brother-in-law, but he and my sister invited Guðrún and me to come and join them for the fishing days they had in Fráskrúð in Dölum. The fishing weather was not favorable, as there was bright sunshine and little water in the river. Consequently, we saw very little fish. We saw one handsome salmon in one of the pools, but trying to get him to take was absolutely hopeless. He was likely exhausted from a lack of oxygen.
Somehow, it felt like the estuary was the most likely spot. At least there was enough water there, so we tried casting into it on the incoming tide. We didn’t catch anything there except for a seal that was fishing right there in the estuary. It must be considered tragicomic and a sign of desperation that, instead of finishing the last shift in the rivers, we went to Ljárskógavötn. My sister, who has absolutely no interest in fishing, wades straight out, casts, and catches a fish.
