Our Viking leader-Stjani Ben led us further north still, into what seemed like a microclimate where incredibly, little, if any snow existed? Here a cluster of rivers flowing as clear as gin spill into the North Atlantic. Sea run arctic char find their way inland and the best part is they continue feeding as they head up a river system. Armed with tiny nymphs we were treated to stint of first class sight fishing. Even more surprising was the sheer size and tenacity of these saline powerhouses..talk about “pack a punch”.
~A white leading edge to their fins and splash of orange make male char the most handsome of fish~
~Icelandic char like this lump pull like trains when hooked, making for memorable sport on light tackle and small nymphs~