An almost Forgotten Fishing Trip

You know cabin fever is starting to get serious, when you scroll through images to satisfy your desperate need for fishing. At that point, I came across an almost forgotten fishing trip.

: On the lookout from some rises

: Small brown trout

: Amazing colours of Swiss brown trout

Hidden Treasures on the Hard Disc

It has been a while since the last time I stood knee-deep in water. Despite one time when the drain of the shower was blocked last week. However, as off-season time progresses (3/6 months!), I repeatedly find myself scrolling through image folders on my hard drive. It was at this point that I came across an almost forgotten fishing trip.

Forgotten fishing trip with Jonas on the Fly

After my university exams, I usually have this feeling of unease and unrest. Perhaps this is due to too much caffeine and too little sleep. This combination gives non-fishing people an idea of how one feels after 1-month of river abstinence. Now imagine that for 6 months in a non-linear progression.

Back to the trip. There was not much memory about this trip. So, I reread my journal from back then.

1^st June 2018 Forgotten Fishing Trip

“So it was on a Friday morning that I left with a huge backpack to bivouac, film and fish. [It] was worth going by myself.

At the very moment that I climbed over some boulders in the small creek and thought that one day I might not be able/courageous to do this stuff, I slipped.

I fell pretty hard on a stone and my backpack got soaked. The current dragged me one pool further down, where I emerged from the water – baptized as a more careful fisherman. Lucky me, neither I nor the gear got damaged. This must have been faith.”

Forgotten fishing trip with Jonas on the fly sneaking along river banks

This little paragraph brought back some more memories:

This was a bivouac trip straight after my last exam. I could not wait any longer to be back in the river. The first day, I spent on my own. Carrying all outdoor gear as well as fishing gear. It was fun and I enjoy fishing on my own because you can go your own pace. The following day, Jonas Onthefly joined me and we enjoyed the pleasures of fishing in a team:

Mocking one another.

CarpTom and Jonas had a great time and even though neither of them caught a remarkably large fish, it was a day to remember – at least after reading the journal again.

Now, let’s go clean that sink.