Riding the Wave to Iceland

Thirty years ago I wondered if I’d ever catch a bonefish in Belize, a massive trout in New Zealand or a peacock bass in the Amazon.  I thought with the measly salary at the time my boundaries for fishing would be 250 miles from home.  And honestly, I was happy with...

From Laxá Adaldal to Flekkudalsá

Ingo, Hilmar, Loa and I were assigned beats 2 and 4 this morning, our last session on the Laxá Adaldal.  To split up, Ingo and I went to beat 4 while Hilmar and Loa went to beat 2.  The day was another cold windy one with drizzle and rain.  Three hours into fishing,...

A Monumental Salmon

I woke up feeling rather spry considering I had less than five hours sleep and been going hard since I arrived in Iceland.  Ingo and I polished off a few coffees and a Euro breakfast before wadering up and heading for the river.  This morning we had beat 3, the only...