Sea-trout at Spot-X

Spring is in the air and only one thing comes to mind, Sea-trout fishing. The long winter months have given me many pleasures but it has been soooo long since I sank my teeth into the world of the sea going salmonoid, that I can no longer hold my breath. I’m blessed to have an open fire at home where I can daydream during the winter. My dreaming always ends up on a particular day at the start of last season.

Six kilos of pure joy. (photo Atle skjelde)

here is the other end of the scale.

These are some of the best se-trout lures known to man

Over that winter I heard whispers about a fjord that was red hot. The whispers grew and grew but not a living soul would tell me where this Mecca was. Come mid winter I was at my wits end. Where the hell was this place. To make matters worse one of the big magazines here printed an article about sea-trout and yes I knew the five-kilo fish featured was taken at "Spot-x” By now my blood was starting to boil.

Over that winter I heard whispers about a fjord that was red hot. The whispers grew and grew but not a living soul would tell me where this Mecca was. Come mid winter I was at my wits end. Where the hell was this place. To make matters worse one of the big magazines here printed an article about sea-trout and yes I knew the five-kilo fish featured was taken at "Spot-x” By now my blood was starting to boil.

Then came my break a fellow writer needed a crew, so as he could cover some hard-core fishing. My heart almost stopped when I hung the phone up. Finally I was going to find this mystical fjord. As with all new and fabled hot spots my imagination began to run away with me. I had a mental picture of thousands of fish leaping and frolicking under golden waterfalls. Birds flying overhead and trees of pure orange blossom, but we all know we are in Norway after all.

Time came to pack our bags and hit the road. It was at this point that the reality of this country hit me clean in the face. We drove down narrow roads and over mountains that were covered with snow. The landscape was desolate and wild but that was not the worst of it. The rain and sleet hammered down to the point that I was starting to wonder why the hell I agreed to the trip in the first place. My resolve told me that it’s my job so I put on a brave face and continued down the road. When we reached our cabin and started to plan our approach the rain continued and my optimistic nature flew out the window. So our first night was spent fishing in the worst rain of the century (so I thought). Afters hours of freezing my butt off all I had to show for it was to small herring and they call it fishing!

Dawn broke and we were tired and wet from the day before but the work had to be done. It was then that I cracked. The only thing to do was wear some kitchen gloves and tape them to my coat to stop at least a little of the water seeping in every little nook and cranny. This worked long enough for me to have a few warm moments. I had used every lure in my kit by lunch without so much of a nibble. My disappointment was at an all time low. My final cast of the pre lunch session was an over the shoulder cast. It was a half assed effort that had no real function other than kill the last remaining minutes before lunch. To my shock and surprise what looked like a large Pollack (but as it went that day it didn’t take) but no sooner had I given up than BANG !!!!!. The bloody Pollack weighed a ton and ran like hell. Then the fish jumped. All I could see between the rain showers was the silver flank of a monster sea-trout. My mood suddenly was at an all time high. This led to an epic fight that had but one result. The photo you see before you. What can I say I did it again? Let me tell you some days its great to me. The remainder of the weekend was spent in the cabin relaxing while the rest of the crew slaved in the bad conditions. By the way if you think for one second that I’m going to spill the beans on “spot- X” then you are totally wrong this location goes with me to the grave!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Stay tuned over the spring and I will write some handy tips on how and where it is best to fish sea-trout in Norway.