For most people fly-fishing is the escape from everyday duties, stress and a ringing phone. Just you and the water, the lake or river and the Zen-like quality that it brings. For others it’s the action, the zero to sixty when a barn door of a trout or salmon takes your fly and empties your reel of all line. If you really get it in your blood it absorbs you. You become a fish bum, a trout bum, a salmon junkie. One that priorities walking miles along rivers looking for rising trout, living in a crappy 4WD, eating something that resembles food, drinking way to cheap beer, running out of flies so you end up tying new ones in the light of a head lamp, you work just enough to be able to go fishing, get abandoned by another redhead that you met in a bar just because you spend way to much time on the water.
It is said that trout never live in ugly places. Well, our backyard, the mountains of Scandinavia, is the perfect setting for a never-ending fly fishing adventure. From beginner to expert. Just ask fly-fishing guide Henrik Wallberg, who has a large chunk of Europe as his work place but always comes back to these rivers.