My Ammerån - Moan <in Swedish>
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Moan
holds one of the absolutely bests streams in Ammerån if you are
seeking for the grayling. The interesting current is on the north side
and has a bottom structure that gives the grayling numerous nice nice
habitats. Above this stream you find old stone coffins thar bear the
witness to past times lumber floating, and then it's pretty far before
the next really good fishing spot. Better then to go downstream until
you reach a small island, Molänningen, as outside itself has an
interesting calm water in which you might find both grayling and
trout. If you are fishing on the south side you find several
interesting streams from Moan and downwards, where the stream starting
just below Molänningen is the most interesting. The stream that we
locally call "the stream below Borgekojan" is not far behind the
stream at Moan in terms of access to capable fishing spots and is well
worth a visit. Moan is possible to fish already early in the season
once the worst spring floods has subsided. Fishing with worms and
top-knotched rods is the recepie in the beginning, but quite soon fly
fishing usually works as well. Other spots, around Moan, require a
little less water, and thus you have to wait a few more weeks before
they get really interesting. Moan requires decent water flow, so when
we have a dry summer it is better to instead concentrate your fishing
to other sites at Ammerån.
When I was a kid, and my uncle came to visit, we would, me and my dad
and Ruben, was fishing most every night, and quite often we got a ride
to Moan from where we then fished us back home. At Moan, we made a
fire, drank coffee and fished until grayling started to really get on
the bite. Only then we began to seriously fish our way homeward. These
fishing trips usually took all the night in aspect, and most often it
was not until the early morning before we could crawl into bed.
During
the first half of the eighties, me and Göran discovered the
above-mentioned stream on the south side of the river that begins
downstream Molänningen. To get there you had to go up to Överammer to
cross the river, and then down again via the road that follows the
south side - quite a ride when going by by moped, but well worth it.
One of the nights we spent there were preceded by a, for Göran,
frustrating experience a few nights earlier. We had spent the night
fishing the north side of the river, at Moan, and was about to end the
night with a visit to Molänningen. Pretty soon after we got there
Göran had a violent strike on his fly, and seconds later, the biggest
trout we had ever seen jumped and got off with furious speed down the
stream at the end of the island. Göran tried to put pressure on the
fish, but it was all in vain and it was not long before the leader
snapped. The current evening we had, as mentioned, went to the south
side. We had a really great eavening with several nice grayling
catched, but no fish of really large size. I stood downstream Göran,
fishing in my own bubble, when he suddenly shouted "god damn, move!"
while he was running at full speed towards me. He had hooked something
big, and this time he did not want to miss the fish in the same way
that just days before. I quickly took my rod aside and followed them
down the stream, where the fish finally calmed down and went into a
bay. After a while the fish, a really nice trout, was finally tired
and I could help Göran to land it. If it was the same trout that he
had lost, about that you can only speculate, but anyway, he got his
revenge.
When fishing the southern side on an other occasion, something
happened that I only have experienced once at Ammerån - suddenly it
started to hatch and it was grayling showing themself all over the
river - the hatch made the fish absolutely crazy. Normally it is
virtually only small fish that rise when you are night fishing in the
river, and even under the most favorable conditions during late summer
days, I have never seen anywhere near as much activity in the river as
on this occasion. Our big problem was that we had not brought any dry
flies with us, but we overcame that by throwing out, and then reel in
the line so that our nymphs passed over the fish just in the surface.
The flies came in fairly good speed, but that did not seem to bother
the grayling and we had a fantastic fishing that night.
For
several years during the nineties, the stretch from Baracken up to
upstream Moan was completely closed to fishing - a fishery
conservation measure that also was part of a university study at Umeå
University. They examined, among other things, how this affected the
growth of the grayling within, compared with outside, this area. When
the stretch was reopened in the late nineties, I did not hesitate to
fish my old favorite places again. The close down period seemed to
have done well, and in the new millennium's first year, my cousin
Jan-Erik catched the first grayling over one kilo tht I had ever seen
in the river. With grayling over one kilo I mean grayling weighing one
kilogram or above, something that must be made clear when the phrase
"kilogram-grayling" is most often used for grayling from maybe seven
or eight hectograms and up, depending on who uses the expression - a
phenomenon that was verified when several people, who say they have
both caught and seen others catch "kilogram-grayling" now and then,
where very interested in the grayling Jan-Erik got and that really
weighed over one kilo, and even visited him for a look at the fish in
his freezer. Anyway, Moan, perhaps more today than ever, is worth a
visit when you are looking for a fight with one of the larger grayling
in Ammerån.
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