Mitt Ammerån - Skattlandsforsen <in Swedish>
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Skattlandsforsen
is one of the faster rapids in the river, well on par with Krokforsen
and Lövleforsen, and only clear surpassed by Olsforsen. The current
just above the rapids can occasionally give you some grayling, but it
is the pool below the white water that is really interesting. The
cabin by the pool was earlier owned by a relative of mine, but is
nowadays in Ammeråns fiskecamp´s possession. Above the front door of
the cabin you find a drawing of a large trout that my uncle catched
there sometime in the sixties. The trout weighing more than 1.5
kilograms and was taken on a Jungle Cock Black if I remember
correctly. And it is for the chance to get big trout that
Skattlandsforsen is really interesting, even if the chance of catching
a big grayling should not be underestimated. In Skattlandsforsen, the
fishing is at is best from when spring floods has receded, and beyond
far in to the fall. The usual tree-fly-setup and classic wet fly
fishing, or fishing with worm, is the methods preferred, as always in
Ammerån. But it do not hurt to try a streamer now and then, to search
for the really big trout.
I was about fifteen years old and took a ride on my moped down to the
cabin at Skattlandsforsen to greet my few years younger relatives who
were there to visit with their parents. When I arrived, I saw my
cousin Stig-Göran and my second cousin Hans (whos parents owned the
house at the time) fishing the river on the south side - they had
crossed the pool using a small inflatable boat. "Hurry up and get your
fishing gear, it's great fishing" Stig-Göran shouted over the river,
and I had to, even though it was already quite late, take a ride home
and quickly fetch my fly rod, fish coat, waders and hurry back to the
rapids. They helped me to cross by boat, and Stig-Göran proudly showed
one quite nice trout he had caught during the evening. On my fly cast
I found, as usual, a black nymph at the tip of the leader, and I put
out a short throw in the black eddies just at the end of the rapids.
Nothing happened on the first throw so I pulled out an inch of line
and put out a new roll. The line stopped, I lightly lifted a the rod,
and the grayling hooked. I knew immediately that it was a pretty big
fish on, and Stig-Göran and Hans observed it all with wide eyes when
the grayling jumped and fought for his escape from the annoying black
nymph in his mouth. A moment later the grayling lay safe on the beach.
"What a mighty" was the only thing Stig-Göran said when he looked at
the grayling that was about twice as big as the one he had caught -
"what a mighty". We fished in and around the rapids all night long and
got some more nice grayling, but the night's biggest I got already in
the second throw and just a few meters from the shore - something to
learn something from.
Since the ownership of the cabin changed hands there has not been much
fishing for me at Skattlandsforsen. The cabin is rented out, and when
it does not fit to be too many who fish below the rapids, I tend to
look for other places in the river to fish - places where you are more
likely to be left in peace.
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