Ingibjörg Lilja and I went to Hreðavatn last Friday afternoon. The purpose was to begin teaching her how to cast a fly. Conditions were not exactly ideal, as there was a bothersome wind, much like there has been all week.
As was to be expected, the casts weren’t magnificent, but the girl did well nonetheless. She managed to get the fly a few meters out into the lake. It would have been great if she had caught a fish [on the fly], but that didn’t happen. Not on the fly, anyway—but after the fly-casting practice, she switched to a spinner and landed three small brown trout. Her father landed one trout on the fly Krókurinn (The Hook).”