Archives: Kullaberg

Last saturday Westler and Hermansson took a day trip to the south of Sweden. We have been there a couple of times since their season opening in January but so far we never had any good fishing. Strong winds, rain or fog use to do their best to ruin our fishing. But not this time.

The sea was calm and the sun was slowly warming up the cold and crystal clear water. Westler rigged his newly built 8 foot, 4 weight and Hermansson went with the more appropriate 6 weight. We fished an area with sand bottom and a lot of rocks and kelp but the calm and clear water made it impossible not to spook the fish, if there were any.

The next spot was near the harbour in Mölle. A thick sea mist surprised us but only lasted for an hour. Just before the fog lifts Hermansson shouts -”There it is!” The rod was bending deep as the sun started to shine through. The 45 cm silver sea run put up a really good fight before it was released.

As the wind increased Westler switched to the more suitable 6 weight. And maybe that was a good thing. Moments later he saw a big shadow following his small pink hackled fly. He stops retrieving for a few seconds and then, BAM! A giant silver trout took the fly, made some powerful rolls and then made a full speed 30 meter run before Westler could slow it down. The screaming Hardy Marquis echoed between the hills in the background. This fish was so strong that we could only steer it a bit and after a good 20 minutes we could land it in the net. Well, at least half the fish as the net was way too small.

The fish measured 77 cm and just under 4 kilos. A new personal best for Westler that is not easy to break. After that we had a good time in the sun with some smaller fish on the hook and a nice lunch at Hotel Kullaberg. We both smiled in the car all the way back to Gothenburg. Not all fishing trips are like this one.

In first of april the season opens for our home waters in the west coast of Sweden. We are in the middle of preparation for a opening weekend in the archipelago just north of Gothenburg. Hopefully we can write something similar about that trip as well.

When you plan a fishing trip in advance and mark the days in the calendar, you probably don’t have a clue what the weather will be like. Sometimes it’s nice, sometimes it’s not. And sometimes there’s a storm.

This was our third trip to Lerhamn. Or the fourth. Either way, we had never caught fish in this place. But it looks and feels really good so we ended up here again. Orrbeck & Westler, featuring Zlatan. And again we catch nothing. Zero. Not even Zlatan scored here.

Usually when you catch nothing you try to come up with a cause. This time it was the wind. Obviously. All the other parameters were fine.

With some hesitation we waded out in the rough sea. Luckily the waves were breaking by the shallow bank just outside of the stone shore. But it surely wasn’t a walk in the park. And when we once in a while made a decent cast, a wave flushed the line on to land. The few casts we made that could have resulted in a fish got caught in all the drifting seaweeds. Marabougrisen will have to wait for it’s glory.

 

 

 

 

 

Fluga mot spinn. Vadare mot flytoverall. Vädret var definitivt på spinnfiskets sida. Åtta sekundmeter pålandsvind och regnskvätt. Men däremot var det flugfisket som hade hemmaplan.

Lerhamn är en mysig liten by mellan Höganäs och Mölle. Vi parkerade på Paradisvägen, mellan pittoreska sommarhus och båtuppläggningsplatsen och drog på oss utrustningen. När vi gick ner mot vattnet möttes vi av en fantastisk vy.

Ett vidsträckt hav mötte en himmel som såg ut att kunna bjuda på vilket väder som helst. Kullerstensstrand mot söder och sandstrand åt norr. Däremellan en liten grund lagun, skyddad av en konstgjord pir. Och mitt i den lilla lagunen, på en sten, låg den fetaste säl vi sett och klappade sig på magen.

Om det där med sälar kan man ju tycka lite olika. Vissa byter ställe vid minsta tecken på säl men vi tycker nog inte att det behöver vara så illa. Flera gånger har vi fått fisk i sälars närvaro.

Nåväl. Orrbeck körde på en gammal klassiker, Viking Herring silver/blå. Westler tog fram en egenknuten streamer-liknande rödvit fluga. Det fanns bara ett ställe för Orrbeck att kasta ifrån. Pirens utsida. Överallt annars var det för långgrunt och stenigt. Westler däremot kunde bada runt som han ville. Han passade dessutom på att testa sitt nya underställ inför öringpremiären i Bohuslän den första april. Microfleece närmast kroppen, sedan tjockare fleecebyxor och sedan andasvadare. Det blev kanon.

Vi körde på i nästan fyra timmar utan att se skymten av någon öring. Inte ett vak. Inte en fena. Det enda som ändrade sig var vädret. Sol, regn, sol, regn. Och så den där sälen.

Efter en riktigt god söndagslunch på Hotell Kullaberg bestämde vi oss för att fiska en timma i Mölle innan vi gav oss hem. Men det kunde vi lika gärna skitit i.

Vi fick iallafall svinga lite spön. Och se fina ställen. Och frisk luft. Såna saker man tröstar sig med när man inte får fisk.