Shall we not say that the trips to Þingvallavatn are gradually improving this summer? The first two fishing trips were completely uneventful, and I did not see a single trout. On this trip, I can at least say I have some story to tell, and I did spot trout.
It was even such that the trout I spotted was of the larger variety, but the story is still not as I would have liked it to be. There was a nuisance wave on the lake, but I stubbornly insisted on casting the fly against the wind. I had been casting for a while when I noticed a fulmar was unusually close to me. I thought its behavior was strange, so I started watching it. Then I quickly saw the explanation for the behavior. The fulmar had no interest in me, but it was interested in a large trout floating on the waves toward me. I did the fulmar the disservice of carrying the trout ashore, and it turned out to be of the larger variety. It would have been nice if this catch had been made in another way.
The discovery of the trout was not the only news on this fishing trip. I cast out from the skerry which is in the first picture accompanying this article. Waded up to just over my waist and began fly casting. Suddenly, I feel the rod and line behave unnaturally. The explanation for that was that the fly reel fell off the rod, into the water, and jammed between rocks. I did not succeed in hooking it or dragging it up with the line, and the situation was all very awkward. The waves were tossing me to and fro. I therefore decided to dive completely under between wave tops to get the reel up. That succeeded, but of course, water rushed into the waders, so I got soaking wet. I then waded ashore, but what do you think happened then? A cloud moved away from the sun, so I dried out in a relatively short time.