Fishing.

Soooo...today should have been a 'nothing' day. I was considering not getting out of my pyjamas after being quite the rabble-rouser at the Ensimi concert & after-parties last night.

Josh and Trent got home from Reykjavik around 5:30 pm. I figured they would be bagged from the weekend, and the five-hour drive back up north. Alas, not the case; they wanted to go fishing, and were good enough to invite me. I am rather glad I went.

This is a lake on a farm that we got the green light to fish on. You have to climb a mountain to get there. Nobody knows how the fish got there, but they are abundant.

This is a fishy that I caught. First of the day, second of the career for me--remember Saltspring Island, Dad!

Ingvar. Captain of the Iceland National Hockey team. Legend of a guy. Married a Canadian girl, Sarah, from Richmond of all places. We're eating Sir Trout & Co. (see above) chez Ingvar & Sarah tomorrow.

Ingvar explained to me that Icelanders generally fly-fish. He then tried to teach me how to cast the rod. He explained that to an Icelander, using a worm as bait is seen as barbaric.

Josh's "normal fishing" was easier, but somehow less rewarding once I'd experienced how difficult fly-fishing was.

The Day's catch. Not bad for an hour, late in the day, with the wind howling.

We used corn as fish bait.

Oh, the Northern Lights were also out last night, which was neat.

Funny how the Northern Lights play second fiddle here--that's how good nature is, at least to this former office-dwelller.

I can't wait to eat you tomorrow night, Sir Trout.