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September i Gimdalen

Gimdalen och Idsjöströmmen har nu kommit in i den senare hälften av september då temperaturen i vattnet och i luften sjunker till +12C, + 11C, + 10C och den andra Slåttansharren – Septemberharren – kommer ned från Idsjön för att äta de små, nykläckta dagsländorna och deras nymfer och de små skiffergråa bäcksländorna i storlek 18-22 bundna på en 6X tafs. Det är inte bara Henry´s Fork, Missouri och DePuy spring creek i Klippiga Bergen som har de små höststorlekarna utan också Idsjöströmmen.
 
Johnny och Anna Skagersjö har efter tre dagar återvänt till Stockholm efter ett framgångsrikt höstfiske med olivgröna nymfer och dagsländor i storlek 18-20. Anna med ett av Johnnys byggda Dickerson spön är en mycket skicklig (torr)flugefiskare och överraskar? gång på gång med sina stora harrar. Wilmer, deras 1-årige son har redan stiftat bekantskap med vår Flugfiskeshop och plockat och undersökt spolar med tafsmateriel.
 
September är den månad då man fiskar med kvalitet i fem timmar jämfört med den generösa julidagen som aldrig börjar och aldrig slutar. Eftermiddagens och kvällens Samkväm på Kullagården i veckan var precis så som flugfisket under den här perioden skall vara; Niclas vispade sin egen bearnässås.Ove serverade en toast med skagenröra och löjrom och ett glas av Den Gula Änkans champagne. Petri, den tredje i sällskapet med sin sjungande, sköna finlandssvenska, turades om att med mig deklamera stycken ur finske Johani Ahos Fiskelycka från boken Lastuja som jag uttalade som (Lastujjja) men nu fick lära det perfekta uttalet; (Lassstuja).
 
” Äntligen har jag då från Hardy Brothers i England fått det nya split-cane spöet som jag längtat efter i många år. En gammal bekant sjökapten förde det med sig över Nordsjön och Östersjön och förvarade det på en hylla i sin kaptenshytt. Det var lindat i ett vattentätt tyg och så nätt och snyggt inpackat att det var riktigt skada att öppna det och bryta dess snören och sigill. Jag beslöt att inte öppna det förrän vid min fors.
Nu måste jag genast skynda dit bort. Med järnväg och ångbåt reser jag genom halva Finland. Sydvästvinden fläktar i nysprunget löv i björkarna kring stationshusen. Rönnarnas doft strömmar in i vagnarna genom fönstren där gardinerna fladdrar för luftdraget och vågorna svallar omkring ångbåten som i medvind glider fram mot det mål dit jag skyndar…….”
                                                                                    Juhani Aho
  
Det finlands-svenska utbytet fortsatte då jag vid efterrättsbordet tillsammans med Niclas eleganta, lagom brunbrända Brulépudding band ett par Gimåsländor åt Petri och i gengäld fick tre stycken Nalle Puh, finske Simo Lummes version av äggläggande nattsländor med vingar av björnhår.
 
En skål för den ljuva, fräscha och korta septemberdagen……..
 
Lars-Åke Olsson

Olle and Peter fishing in September

L-Å tying a nymph

Janne Edman fishing in September

 

 

September harr

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In 1989, Idsjöströmmen became well known as the first catch-and-release managed river in Sweden and Scandinavia. In the beginning, this way of preserving a wild fishery was met with criticism, debate, and in some cases, full-on rejection. The idea of catch-and-release fishing was not new when instituted on Idsjöströmmen it had actually had been tested, instructed, and practiced on wild rivers in the US since the 1960’s. Promoted by numerous US fly fishing organizations and well-known sports figures, sportfishing took on a radical change for the better.

Instituting catch-and-release in the US was not easy at first either.  The men who brought the idea to the Western rivers of Montana were threatened with fist fights and bodily harm by local fishers who did not want this idea implemented.  But these pioneering men pursued what they believed to be in the best interest of wild rivers and wild fish.  After great discussion the Fish Wildlife and Parks department of Montana agreed to designate a short section of the Madison River near Quake Lake as a catch-and-release/ fly-fishing only area.  The rest of the river would be managed as it was in the past with a daily limit of five fish, only two over 18″.  That’s 4o miles of river to fish the old way, and about 2 miles to fish the new way.

What happened next is amazing.  This one catch-and-release section became a draw to numerous fly fishers, and soon they were interested in fishing other areas of the Madison River, and then other rivers in other valleys, and also the rivers of Yellowstone Park.  And even though there were no regulations requiring them to release fish in any of these other places…they did anyway.  This idea to preserve a fishery by returning the wild fish back to the water became a habit most all fly fishers of the world soon began to practice regardless of where they fished:  New Zealand, Slovenia, Russia, Chili, Argentina, Canada, Alaska, Bahamas, Florida Keys… Soon other nations instigated catch-and-release rivers and began to experience positive results in the health of their wild fisheries, plus growth in the economy and tourism to their beautiful countryside.  Over the years it has grown internationally as a habit for fly fishers to automatically release the fish they catch.  Who would have thought less than two miles of river in Montana would have started a revolution?

Regardless, to be a sportsfisher is to take responsibility to preserve and protect the wild thing that does so much to preserve the well-being of the sportsfisher.  Giving back to the river that gives so much in return only makes sense, even if sometimes it isn’t easy.  It is only human to want others to admire us, be happy for us that we have caught something BIG.  We want to haul it home to show the family so they can be proud of our skill and believe that we are spending our time wisely because,  see…here is a grand result. 

And it is with this in mind we applaud the fly fishers we were in contact with this past week who caught their personal best in grayling and trout, then carefully placed them back so both the fisher and the fish  would live well another day.

In particular we want to congratulate Patrik Wallenberg caught this brown trout in nearby Stavre.  It is believed to be in the 3K category.

Patrik Wallenberg and friend

 

               And here is a beautiful site, Patrik releasing this monster back in a place where there is no policy for catch-and-release. 
Patrik Wallenberg releases his prized catch

        Here is what he had to say about his experience:

“De dagarna vi var i gimdalen var helt underbara,alltså hela paketet,och jag fick ju min dröm öring på 3,1 kg i stavre.Den tog jag innan kröken till dammen och det var ochså mitt på dan.Fick syn på den och iaktog den en stund,och såg att han åt till höger och vänster,men även framifrån.Gjorde test på öringen om han tog torr fluga men ej,gick i genom hela asken med torr,vått, och nymf,men icke.Den ville ej ha nåt,men i min ficka i västen hade jag några montana fluger,så jag gjorde ett test (varför inte) hade ju testat allt jag hade.vid första kastet så tittade han på den,andra steg han,tredje tog han glupsk. Sedan började kampen och den vann jag. Det bugar jag och tagar jag den för.”  — Patrik Wallenberg

Additionally we spoke to Desirée Orre who a few days earlier who had fished Stavre and caught the brother to this one.  Hers taped out at 68cm and was in the 3.5k catagory.  She too released it.

On Idjöströmmen, Naser Morabet, sent this image of the grayling he released. 

Naser Morabet’s release

        Thank you Fly Fishers for your respect for wild rivers, trout, and grayling.

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While Idsjöströmmen is primarily a grayling water, brown trout also reside in the river.  Several large catches have occurred in recent years and when Andreas Larsson caught this beauty we asked him to share his story and images with us.

Andreas Larsson's Trout

Den 23 Juni  fiskade jag mig nedströms den ensamma tallen på väg mot “jönsholmen inn”. Hade fiskat torrt större delen av dagen utan att lyckas lura upp någon harr.Det var Inte mycket insekter i luften så jag beslöt mig för att prova det klassiska guldribbade harörat med guldskalle, alltid effektivt vid högvatten. Strax innan det nedre vindskyddet ligger en björk på botten bara nån meter ut i ån. Brukar ju stå fin fisk inne vid land när vattnet är lite högt så jag lägger ut ett kast snett nedströmms mot land och lät nymfen glida ner mot platsen där björken ligger. Får ett kraftigt påslag i slutet av driften och min första tanke var att en gädda sugit i sig nymfen, brukar vara vanligt i idsjöströmmen. Men efter en stund började jag känna igen öringens knyckar och muskler i andra änden som effektivt transporterar sig genom mitt flugspö och jag förstod att det var en öring. Min far, som är i närheten kommer till undsättning med håven i högsta hugg och efter en stund har jag denna 54 cm guldgula skönhet i håven. Och dagen är fullbordad när jag försiktigt släpper tillbaka den och ger den friheten åter.   — Andreas Larsson

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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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