Salmon fly fishing.... in Huseyjarkvísl.

Hello you fine people... I have been on my way to write and tell you of my great fishing trip... ya´ I went fishing. My boss (InPro) invited me to go and some other people from my assignment in the East where I am working now. Well we did fish some... but manly we had fun and consumed some alcohol. One came with his four-wheeler and another one with his “crosser”. The last night I got a “little” drunk, but I wanted to go with the boys fishing… in the middle of the night. We did … on the four-wheelers. I did just fall off one time (that is my recollection) but it was soft fall the four-wheeler just tipped over. Very importantly nothing spilled out of my whit wine bottle. We where speeding in the grass tops and having fun, we where all expert in fishing by then, and we all had a suggestion of how he will cache the big one. And when that did not work we dug up the garden of Oskars grand mom to find some tasty wormed for the fish… O man, making a long story short we did not cache any fish that night...