My Ammerån - how it started - the seventies <in Swedish>

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One of my earliest memories associated with Ammerån is an occasion when my father is getting ready to go fishing, and puts on a baseball cap back to front on his head. I asked why he did this, and he said it was to scare the fish so they would be easier to catch. It must have been during the early seventies and I was still too young to follow. My father grew up in Färsån, a village located in the valley of Ammerån, between Överammer and Ammer. In the middle of the village Färsån, the rill Färsån has its outlet in to Ammerån. My dad took over his birth place in the early seventies and we spent every weekend, and much of the summers, there throughout my childhood. You can say that I have fishing in my blood, because my father always fished, and fishing were part of everyday life.

Fishing was at that time not only for pleasure, but also constituted a not insignificant part of everyday dinners. It was quite natural to take home the fish you caught - fish below the minimum measurement, 25 cm at that time, was however returned. The pressure on the fish habitat produced by fishermen was significantly lower in those days, when fishing tourism was not very developed, and it was preferably locals who were fishing in the river. Ammerån was at that time threatened to be exploited - a threat that remained until the early nineties when the government finally decided to protect the river from hydroelectric companies devastation. The river was marked by floating operations which subsided only in the early seventies, and it took several years before the restoration of the grounds were made. Still, there were plenty of grayling in the river. My father, who had fished in the river since the forties, however told that fishing became worse when floating operations slowed down. Probably, the timber floating drug with it a lot of extra food for the fish, and one sure dreamed that it would have been possible to attend any of the fishing trips of the fifties and sixties my father told me about
One story he likes to tell is when he, an evening in July sometime in the sixties, crossed Ammerån where the timber had congested, at Baracken for fishing on the south side. The fishing was good, and soon he had plenty of grayling in his knapsack. Suddenly the timber broke loose and the temporary bridge over the river was suddenly gone. The water was too high, so it was not possible to wade across, so my father had no other way than to go fishing his way up to Överammer to cross the river again and to arrange a ride home. The fishing continued to be good, so when he finally, in the early morning, reached Överammer, not only his wis knapsack full of big grayling, but also other areas of the clothing and equipment had to work as a temporary fish storage. In addition to several fine dinings in the freezer, family and friends also got a share. The most striking was that he was all alone by the river that night - not a man in sight, either on the north or south side - something that was not unusual at the time, but that do not happen today.

I myself had to wait until the mid-seventies before I was big enough to fish Ammerån. I had already fished, but then it was easier fishing such as perch in the Köttsjön - fishing in Ammerån demands more of the fisherman in the form of stamina and patience. Initially I fished with spinners, but in the end of the seventies I move more and more to fly fishing. My first fly rod was an ABU fiberglass rod from the late sixties.

I learned to fish, primarily from my father, but also my uncle Ruben has had a great impact on my fishing. He lived in Dalarna, but come "home" to Färsån a week or two every summer, and then it was fishing-time almost every night. Depending on the water level, my father and uncle was fishing with worm or fly, while I fished with fly or spin - worm fishing is an art that is difficult to learn, and you should be a little bigger before trying it out. Worm fishing is what works best early in the season in Ammerån - a truth that stands even today. The experienced "old men", with their long rods seeking the hollows in and around the rapids in Ammerån, on the high tide in early June, can have numerous grayling when even the most experianced fly fisherman gets nothing. The flies that was used at the time were mainly simple nymphs, and the wet fly Jungle Cock in black, purple or silver. The seasoned fly casters had three flies on his leader, but as a beginner you had to start with two. At the far end on the leader you placed a black nymph - as it still does on my fly casts for Ammerån - and as hanger quite often a Jungle Cock silver. The number of fish, as stated, was good - although it was quite rare to get the really big grayling. Obviously it was my father who accounted for most of the catch, but even I managed to fool the occasional grayling, and with the catches the interest increased - an interest that still thrives.

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