The summer of 2014 greets us with exceptionally beautiful weather. That, of course, made me think of the fishing gear that has been waiting for the summer in the attic above the garage. Friday morning was also wonderfully fair, so I fetched the fishing gear. Tossed it in the trunk of the car and intended to stop by Meðalfellsvatn on the way home from work.
It has been quite a long time since I visited Meðalfellsvatn. Shortly after my wife infected me with the fishing bug, I went to the lake two or three times, but since then, I haven’t tried fishing in it. I understand that Meðalfellsvatn is one of the first lakes to wake up in the spring, as it does not stand high above sea level. It is therefore not unwise for fish-thirsty men to start the spring in that lake.
The weather was ideal for brushing up on fly casting, calm with a tiny breeze every now and then. There are no stories to tell about the success. I saw small fish rise occasionally, but none of them had any interest in what I had to offer. Nor could I see that the anglers who were around me were catching any fish either. I didn’t actually go far in search of fish. Stayed the whole time below the farm Meðalfell and cast in the area around Hljóðasteinar. Next time, I plan to try by Grásteinn, Skógur, and in Flekkudalsvík.
Despite the fact that there was no catch, the trip was thoroughly enjoyable. The feeling of summer was strong. The birdsong echoed all around, and the mooing of the cows at Meðalfell echoed in the valley.