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Remember you can fish certain wet-fly, nymph, and pupae patterns in the surface as a dry. This can be highly effective when fish are feeding just sub surface.  In current conditions,  trout and grayling may appear to be “rising”, but they are actually taking pupae and emergers just before the insect breaks through the surface and flies away.  The weight and style of a wet/pupae pattern will sit just in the surface or hang half-way below the surface when fished as a dry. It can still be effective if it sinks or drags (a little).

Dry the wet fly throughly, grease it and also grease the leader/tippet.  Fish it as you would a dry.  Don’t forget to twitch it once in awhile to imitate the pupae/emerger’s struggle to hatch.


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From the Bridge July 6, 2010

 The Riverkeeper reports, ” Idsjöströmmen has the best water level for many many years.  High for the season, but absolutely perfect.  Night fishing last night was fantastic.” 
Two guests we spoke with said it was the best grayling fishing of their lives.  The insect life is peaking and is expected to continue at full force for the next three weeks.  Openings are available call: 0693-
13056, or email: olsson@scandiwest.com to

The Upper-Side Stream July 6, 2010

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Night Fishing

It was the perfect night for fishing.  No wind, slightly overcast and warm.  Yes, I would go night fishing.  

Fly fishers had reported some OK to fair fishing during the day, but rumors were the night fishing was superior.  About 9:30pm I was ready with waders on.  Varoom…down to the river.  First thing noted was the numerous mygg…mosquitos.  Second thing noted…the man in front of me had the good sense to wear full body armour against said mygg.  He had a mygg hat with netting, protective gloves, and he smelled of tar.   He was calm.  I, on the other hand, was itchy and defenseless. No netting, no mosquito repellant….which meant, slap…slap…slap, no time to chit-chat…gotta move and get into the river where the mygg were not as thick.  How could something so small make you feel like you could easily go insane? 

In the gloaming I could see other fishers on the river patiently casting and casting and casting.  I happily joined them.  The low light meant NOT having the clarity to see EXACTLY where the fly was or when the take would occur.  Hence,  I would have to keep things in close and watch for splashes.  Splashes were happening all around me.  To the right and to the left.  Because I am greedy, I waited and watched for a splash that meant…”I am a big grayling.  I will make it worth your trouble to catch me.”  It appeared downstream in exactly the place a decent fish would be feeding.   The rise form meant…”I am feeding on caddis pupae.”  So, I’m fiddling around with fly box and leader, and this and that, when the deer hair pupae I was going to tie on flipped out of my hand and out of reach into the river.  Jeez!!!  Ok, I returned to the fly box and picked out a fly called a bi-visable.  Thick peacock hurl middle, hackels at both ends. Once, twice, CHOMP.  I hooked a nice fat strong grayling, that basically wanted nothing more than to return to the feeding he had been enjoying before I came along with my fake food.  I asked nicely, “Just come over here to the bank and I’ll let you go”.  NO.  “Ok, I’ll lead you to calm soft water and let you go.”  NO.  “How about I’ll just let you run yourself out and then net you?”  NO.  “How about I’ll get rough and reel you in really fast and try and net you before you know what has happened?”  NO.  “Then why don’t you just break off and let me get back to fishing.”  NOOOO.  “Please just quit being such a pig and let me net you?”  NO!  NO! NO!   Or in Swedish “NAY!”  Either way, we were stuck with each other until I could get us separated, which meant I had to get us netted.  Seriously, twenty minutes later I did net the handsome grayling in the net. He was big.  I don’t know how big, but big.  We were tired of each other by this point and glad to get out of each other’s sight.  The next few hours were not as fruitful.  Around Midnight  I moved upstream to a place where I heard and saw the obvious splashings of pupae-hungry grayling.  I found a more pupae looking thing in my fly box and fished it.  Blam…another strong stubborn grayling that basically cared less who was yanking on its face.  He wouldn’t move.  Just a strong steady pull and I becoming more ridicules as I tried to guide and redirect it to quiet water. I would pull him over, and like a rubber band he would just snap back to where we started.  All the while swatting mygg that had landed on my neck and face.  Another twenty minutes later…the grayling and I were finally able to say our hellos and goodbyes.

What is it with the grayling at night?  They are much more difficult to land.  Yes, the fish I caught were heavy, but during the day I could say the same fish would run more, and jump more, and might even break off.  The night fish are slow, steady, and strong as if the lower light gives them more courage. 

So, how about another night of night fishing?  YES…but remind me to get mygg repellant.  It’s just so tiring with grayling that have an attitude, and biting insects that attach themselves to neck, hands, and face then sink their teeth in.  The night seems to bring out the worst nature has to offer…and the best.

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The Midsommar weekend was a challenge for fly fishers as the wind was fierce.  Yesterday and today all is forgiven as the sun is out making things new again.  Caddis pupae are popping like popcorn near midnight and the night fishers are out.  Guests have arrived from England, Belgium, and the south of Sweden all looking tired from their journey, but refreshed and smiling today as they report catches and near catches this morning.

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photo by Anna Skagersjo

 From Lars-Åke and Jennifer Olsson

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Last evening was stellar!  These photos say it all because if we open our mouths to say anything caddis will fly in….
Enormous thanks to our good friend Mikael Larsson for these photographs.

Caddis Hatch Idsjostrommen 2010


Waves of Caddis


Caddis by the Bridge

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Pete Fishing

Guiding my son, Peter, who hasn’t fly fished for a long time was FUN.  The hard part was trying to figure out why we couldn’t connect to all the fish rising around us. First of all, there were so many choices…swimming caddis, hatching yellow-May duns, egg-laying caddis, baetis duns floating, and  baetis hatching.  Bloop, Slurp, Burp.  Son Peter was patient, confident in his mother’s ability to think like a hungry fish.  I was more frustrated; LIKE, WHAT ARE THEY TAKING?  I think they were taking it all, for what ever reason, randomly.  BUT they were not really showing themselves.  They were doing the bump.  That thing where they push at the surface and swirl so sometimes you aren’t sure if it was a rising fish or an errant water current.  Sometimes they rose enough to tail slap the water on their way back under.  Soooo….what they wanted was not in the adult or dun stage.  It was something emerging, or just before emerging, or on its way to emerge: baetis, caddis pupae, or yellow-May-dun nymph?  I felt like that long ago mother trying to find out how to get my then two-year-old son to open his mouth and eat.  So I searched through my fly-box cupboard.  This was what I discovered:  at first they liked the #14 parachute Adams, the #14 elk hair stimulator, and then they spit everything else out or completely refused.   They didn’t want the Royal Wulff, or the weird fly (I have no idea where I got it or what it is called) that looked like a pupae with a feather tail, or the March Brown, or the Yellow-May-Dun imitation, or the Gold-Bead Pupae, or the Goddard Caddis, or the Grizzly Adams.  Then I had to remind myself…”Self, didn’t we agree we should fish something just in or under the surface?”  So I dug down in the fly box for a Klinkhammer.  I found four.  Three were black ribbed with silver tinsel…not exactly what I wanted, and the forth was a pupae style  Klinkhammer that looked way too big.  “Ok, we’ll try it.”  WHAM.  Son Peter and I  cheered even though he only stuck the fish before it got away.  He enthusiastically cast again.

Peter with Grayling

BINK he got another hit.  BINK BINK.  Finally Pete hooked and landed a nice grayling. YAY. The wind had blown all afternoon, a cold wind.  The water was also cold from the recent rains and had numbed our feet.  We had been fishing four hours without a break.  So we went to eat lunch on the bank.  The sun came out for just a moment and the caddis flew in dizzying circles around our heads.  About three feet in front of us a fish rose, then another.  For some time we just watched and listened to the fish sporatically rising… Slurp, Burp.  Then I just had to see if I could do something about one of those rising fish.  Dink, dink.  I barely cast the line off the bank, which made me feel sort of disrespectful, like I wasn’t  really being serious…then WHAM.  “Peter, I need my vest, or you put the vest on, at least get the net off the back of the vest I have to follow this fish.”  Off we went for a fish rodeo. 

We got it netted and what a fish!  I caught it, and Peter posed with it.  We agreed that tomorrow instead of making ourselves crazy casting everything in the fly box, we should  just go sit on the bank and dink around.

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