I finally came back to civilization after three months in a remote fishing village in east Iceland, and was craving for some different type of fishing than what I’d been doing over there.
So we decided to go for a two day trip for sea trout on the west coast of Iceland, in freezing cold wind and rain. Perfect weather for sea trout.
We got to the first river early Saturday morning, and thought saw that it ran clear and slow, and it looked perfect. The guy who got us the permit to fish this river told us it was a twenty minute walk to the top pools so we decided to go up there and fish our way down. What he failed to mention, however, was that the path to the top pools wasn’t a path but more a series of holes and bumps in a grassy field. We fell over ourselves more times than we can count, but eventually made it practically unharmed after about 45 minutes..
Our high expectations soon turned to disappointment as pool after pool turned out to be fishless and seeing two spin fishermen on the other bank was not a big boost to our hopes. To add to the fishlessness the skies were dumping a ridiculous amount of rain and wind on us, and it managed to go through our rainproof jackets, under our waders, and through every layer of clothing we had. After 10 miles of river fished, all we had to show for it was a 12 in resident brown that took and articulated pink and white scudzilla. Not what we were here for, but a gorgeous fish anyways.
We had lunch in a small restaurant nearby and then headed to check out another river we’d been planning to fish tomorrow, but with the way the fishing was going we decided to fish this one, as a quick peek off of the bridge showed more fish than we’d seen in the entire other river. After getting our permits in order we got dressed up in our finest wet clothes and began fishing. Quickly I got two sea trout, one around 8 inches, a tiny parr, and one around 12, accidentally hooked in the stomach. We fished downstream, seeing fish in a couple of pools, but due to the quickly rising water levels we managed only one nice brown trout around 15 inches before the river turned to mud.
After a brutal beating by the weather we headed to a natural hot spring to warm up and heat our food, as there was no way we’d be able to grill in this weather.
A quick nap in the car turned to a 12 hour sleep and we set out to check if the river had cleared up a bit. We only fished for a couple of hours as the levels were rising again, but managed two sea trout just around the 12 inch mark, both we dressed in their spawning colors and put up a nice fight on the seven weight.
We headed home, not a dry nor warm bone in our body, but happy with a fishing trip that delivered the unexpected, even if that was less and smaller fish than we’d envisioned.