After our freshwater fishing session the day before it was time to venture in the Baltic sea to hunt the elusive Seatrout.
The freshwater anglers of our group half heartedly tagged along the coast, they moaning level was quite low though not surprising since the fresh water had not produced fish as was expected.
Since our cottage was located near the Vejle Fjord we decided to give nearby Trelde a shot.


Let’s go to work!

We entered the parking lot at the end of the road in Trelde and made our gear ready for yet
another fishing adventure.
Some of the guys had never fished the salt before so this was their first chance at catching either a Seatrout our cod on the fly.
During the morning hours the weather was balancing between a bright sunny day and a cloudy day.
We prayed for the latter since bright sunshine would be a serious disadvantage for Seatrout fishing.


Pondering over the day to come.

After a coffee break we dispersed along the beach all heading in different directions.
Hans walked towards the shore with the steep cliffs while the rest headed to the point where the lighthouse stood.



The point and the lighthouse.

I walked up to the point and entered the water at a spot I deemed “fishy”.
Within 15 minutes I had a take, a fish reluctantly nibbled at the fly.
I had no clue what species of fish tried to nail my shrimp fly, It could have been a Seatrout but it could also have been a gar.
To have a take in such an early state really boosted my confidence, this would be a great day.
We where all busy with trying to catch fish when Hans called in on the radio that he had fish on.
The little guy had done it again, as on previous occasions he was using his 3-weight in the brine.
I always knew that life was not fair and this was yet another proof.


Fish nr. 1

Hans continued having hits on the fly while the rest of us had nothing to report.
A couple of hours passed when it was time for the seconds coffee break.
We discussed patterns and tactics and enjoyed the views on the coast.
While zipping our coffee a seal appeared in the Fjord, he was looking at the beach and wisely decided to move on.


Watching the seal.

After the break Joop remained at the point to try his luck there.
Tom and I headed for the cliffs to see what was happening there.
Hans and Alfons on the other hand had become a little tired of all that fresh sea air
so they decided to take a nap.


Wasting time….

At the cliffs the water looked very interesting, there just had to be fish there.
The mix of pebbles and sand teemed with shrimp and small baitfish.
Two Danish fisherman where fishing at the cliffs, a flyfisherman and a conventional angler.
They had received takes on both fly and lures but where not able to hook into fish in the morning.
When we arrived they just left and told us they would probably return at the proper time meaning sunset.
After fishing a while we received a somewhat desperate radio call from Hans that he was connected to a monster.
We where to far away to help him but Alfons was present in time to assist him.
The little guy had done it again by catching a large Seatrout on the three weight rod.


A beautiful strong Baltic Seatrout for Hans, caught on a lugworm fly.

Hans transferred some of his luck to Alfons because after a while he was into a Seatrout also.
Tom and I where still fishless at the Cliffs.
I had seen a fleeing fish while wading along the beach and had received two more reluctant hits on the fly but still failed to connect properly.


Alfons battling his first ever Seatrout.

In the afternoon the weather changed dramatically.
Winds kept increasing while some showers passed along.
Waves where forming on the Fjord that looked like a mirror in the morning.
During one of the rain showers a rainbow developed in the Fjord so I stopped fishing for
a while to take some shots of the phenomenon.



Rainbow and Tom in action at the cliffs.

At sunset the fishing would surely be getting better.
The local Danes appeared from the woodwork and started fishing as the sun went down.
We remained fishless though, maybe I would get a break in the form of a cod once it was dark outside,


After sunset.

In the evening everybody of our party was fishing alongside each other with the exception of Joop.
We had not heard anything from him for a long time so we tried to contact him on the radio.
When he finally replied he told us he was fishing next to a local fisherman who was showing him the good spots and proper tactics to catch a Seatrout..
The local knowledge paid off because after a while we received a call that he had caught
his first ever Seatrout.


Small seatrout caught by a local Danish flyfisher.

Time progressed and the light disappeared from the horizon, you could now look over the Fjord at the clear night time sky and see the thousands of stars in the clear sky.
No man made lighting interfered with the night time scenery, at such times fishing seemed irrelevant to me.
Joop and I where willing to continue fish until midnight or kingdom come for that matter but some of the other members of our party wanted to return to the cosy cottage.
As usual I though that their priorities where wrong but they coaxed me to come along anyway or to put it better I did not want to walk those 10 miles back to the cottage.

Trelde was a great place to visit even though I had not caught anything there.
My companions had shown me that fish where there so the only thing I could do was to make plans for a return visit.