The Lake on the Moor 14. August 2021


The time of the year has arrived when we visit the lake on the moor whose name we do not mention. These days my wife and I are rather busy building a small hut so we have to prioritize wisely. Therefore we took a break from the construction one afternoon and evening to fish in the lake on the moor. The plan was to fish on Friday but due to the weather, we decided to postpone the fishing until Saturday. There was a clear sky and the temperature was twenty degrees. Way too hot to fish in our opinion.

The sun rose on Saturday and it was still a clear sky and the temperature was still twenty degrees. We could not postpone the fishing for another day so we dressed lightly and headed to the lake. After a short drive and an hour-long sweaty walk, which was all uphill, we stopped where we saw the whole lake. We decided to do everything as the year before because we had a good catch then. We walked the east bank to the place where the fish lay last year. I then continued fishing from the south bank. First, though, we sat down on the east bank and got ready.

My wife sitting in front of a pile of stones which were named after her by her older siblings when she was a child. It's now 50 years since it was built.

We had just watched a fishing show with the brothers Gunnar and Ásbjörn, The fishing hut, where they are fishing for trout in lake Thingvallavatn. Someone they knew advised them to fish with a dropper and tie small flies on the leash. I have never fished this way but now decided to give this method a try. Tied Pheasant tail on one leash and some small fly on the other. Then I walked along the south bank, past the island where the common loon nestles and to the skerry by the promontory called Réttartangi. When the water level is low like now you can wade onto the skerry and that was what I did.

Wading towards the skerry is a bit difficult and I have to admit it does not get easier over the years. Close to the skerry, the water gets rather deep and the bottom is rocky. At the deepest point just before I start to climb up the rocks to get on the skerry one of the rods gets stuck. Damn, I think. The fly must have hooked on a rock. I had two rods in my right hand and supported me on the rocks by the bank with my left hand. When I tried to release the rod the line rushed out of the wheel. A trout had grabbed the fly and it was not a small one. I tried to drag the fish towards me but it was impossible because the rods were tangled together. I had to let the trout run free while I untangled the rod and hope that the trout would not escape meanwhile. I managed to untangle the rods and threw one of them on the rocks by the bank and started to land the trout. It did not escape and then I climbed onto the skerry. The trout turned out to be four pounds. So the method I learned from the fishing show worked.

I was getting ready to climb onto the rocks at the end of the skerry when this beautiful trout grabbed the fly as it dangled in the water.

After this I fished all around the skerry and caught another trout. Well, almost. That trout escaped. When I returned to the east bank my wife had not found any fish. Therefore we decided to walk towards the north bank and fish there. I walked to the bank west of a bay called Lómavík (The bay of the Common Loon) and my wife fished a bay called Veiðivík (Fishing bay). In Veiðivík my wife lost a big trout. Soon it would get dark and the fog was also coming. My wife and I had agreed that I would call her on the phone when it was time to head back. So I called and heard her phone ring clearly and distinctly. Which was strange because she was far away. Her phone was in my backpack. Then I shaw a bright light in the fog. We both had lights on us because we knew it would be very dark when we walked back. She had turned her on. Good thinking.

Smiling fisherman happy with the catch.

Between me and my wife, there was another bay called Breiðavík (Wide bay). We fished it, I from west to east and she from east to west. Bot got a catch but her catch escaped. I landed a two-pound trout. By now the time was half-past ten and it was too dark to fish and the fog added even more to the darkness. So we set off home very happy with this time together on the moor. Tomorrow the construction continues.

The lake from the north. Breiðavík is in the middle of the bay and Réttartanginn is on the bank directly opposite.