Rynda Fishing Week 28 – 2012
Guest Report by Sue and Tim
12 rods – aged recidivists and neophytes were slightly delayed leaving Murmansk airport but worries about missing the first evening fishing expressed by the novices were quickly dismissed by the returnees who assured them that, come what may, we would be welcomed, fed and out on the river that evening.
So it proved, after a welcome steak all were deployed, and Matthew В. a novice salmon fisherman picked up a 22 pounds fish from Norway and thought that the whole week was going to be as lucky.
We were fortunate to have a very big run of grilse in and most of the party were delighted with their frequent encounters. All were fresh and many with long tail sea-lice, some were dubbed “super grilse” being of quite astonishing strength and stamina.
The weather was as variable as ever, characterized by very cold north – northeast winds which kept the mosquitoes away. Tim, and old hand, accompanied by his son now introduced wife Jenny to fishing and she took to it enthusiastically – bags of five and four in her first two days, a big one lost in Reindeer and a triumphant 18 pounder in Saami Camp to finish with.
Richard B. endured some friendly teasing about his brand new, expensive reel which gathered momentum when he confessed to being taken out of Home Pool down the rapids and into the lake by a super grilse.
Donall, 14, on his first international fishing trip with experienced father Paul, became known for the number of fish hooked and played – 26 to 6 landed, an experience which might have tested the good humour of most grown-ups but he kept fishing with Kola M’s help. Asked about his father’s peradventures on the penultimate evening Donall reported that his Da may “have had quite a few wines in him” and fell head first into the water, emerging spouting the pure holy water of the Rynda.
The party was touched by an opening toast from Ivan P. and for those who saw him fishing confirmed by his partner on the river Richard B. we could all benefit from some casting tips and general fishing skills.
The fact that he toasted us again on the last evening confirms the sad truth that Russians are better at English than are the English at Russian.
On the last day, by invitation, an expedition was mounted to Kharlovka Park, thus avoiding the rods rota down Rynda Canyon, only to result in a punishing over tundra route march through this astonishing wild and lonely place made happily successful by very large brown trout taken by bombers and an unexpected 18 pound salmon from a deep dark pool.
The consensus view of the guests is that it is hard to comprehend how smoothly run the operations at Rynda so that when things go wrong nobody is inconvenienced or even aware that there was a problem. This is testament to the failsafe logistics upon which the camp has always been based. This is Peter’s legacy.
The guides convert opportunity into reality for all the rods coupling the ability not just to choose the right fly but to remember the quirks of each and every rod so that each is served on the river bank just as would wish.
Surpassing last years total by some 40 the happy fishers all enjoyed the comfortable camp run as immaculately as ever, now by Kola and Katya.
Sue & Tim