The Lake in the Highlands 6. August 2023

Construction takes all our time

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Here in Brautarlækur, it hasn't rained in six weeks. Rivers and lakes are evidence of that. The river Norðurá runs by like a little stream. If my wife and I hadn't been so busy in the countryside this summer, I'm sure we would have used the wonderful weather to go fishing. The construction projects we are undergoing now have been the priority.

Finally, towards the end of the summer holidays, there was a little break in the construction work. We have come a long way in isolating the shed we built two years ago, we have built a small six-square meter storage shed and built foundation walls for a new house in Brautarlækur. Don't we deserve to go fishing now? I think so.

The main project this summer was building a foundation under a new house. We are replacing the old one.

I decided to take a trip to the lake in the highlands because my wife didn't want to come. Mostly because of our dog becuse he is way too excited on fishing trips. The weather was exceptionally nice. Not a blazing sun, but a dry, fifteen-degree temperature and breeze. I started fishing at about two o´clock. I search because, had searched for fish for hours but had no luck. It was like the lake was completely lifeless. Just before seven o´clock in the evening, the southwest wind stopped and it was perfectly calm for a while. Then the wind turned to a northeastern breeze. I had checked for fish at the main fishing spots on the east bank of the lake and around a cape which is called Réttartangi. I had no luck finding fish. On the south bank, I started to fish on a spot which has often been generous. It was the same.No luck.

After dinner I walked over to a bay called Breiðuvík and cast across it from the west. No luck there, so I started thinking about going home. Then a 2.8-pound trout takes my spinner. Of course, I kept on trying but not another trout took the bait. Then I thought that there must be fish in the spot where I started on the west bank. So I grabbed the fly rod and walked back. Soon a two-pound trout took a Black Nobbler and then another one. The second one was rather big and he snapped the line. I had to walk back to Breiðavík for a new flie because I left my backpack there. Then I went back again and landed three trouts, each about three pounds. Two of them took the red nobbler. The third one took the spinner. The result of the trip was five brown trouts, two to three pounds.

The waterfront is extremely low because it has not been any rain in July.

Walking home in the dark is always pleasant, or not. My feet are tired after walking all day. I ssearch becauseaw little sign that there had been people by the lake this summer, but clearly, a group of horses had passed by the lake.