Around the turn of August and September, my wife and I went together to Selá in Steingrímsfjörður. Our fishing has gone differently over the past years, but it has sometimes surprised us. We didn’t catch much fish, but we weren’t completely empty-handed. While Guðrún fished along a high grass bank, I went a little further down, and there I landed the first char from this notorious char river.
Meanwhile, Guðrún was involved in great endeavors because a salmon took her bait by the grass bank. The bank was very high, so there was no way to land the salmon except by leading it a long way down along the bank, but it didn’t come to that. The salmon tangled the line in a grass bank edge that had fallen into the river and broke it.
At the bottom of the river, we saw plenty of sea char. We tried hard to get it to bite, but it seemed completely hopeless. It would have been really fun to land this char. We went home with a one-pound char and a story about a salmon that broke away.
