It had to happen! Eventhough it wasn't so much the low water, but the very warm, sunny and windless days we had most of the week. Fishing was difficult, and it's even more frustrating that you can actually see that the fish is there, but they're reluctant to take the fly.
Anyway, we made a great week out of it. A group of swedes, english, irish and some “rather quiet” scotsmen, made the perfect company for at good time....
Poul Young from Scotland, eventhough trying to hide his nationality, by speaking english in a proper way, so everybody could follow his stories at lunch or in the evening, got his second 20 lbs'er of the Gallegos (despite his relaxed attitude),  in just as many trips ,not a bad statistic.
In Opposition to Paul's attitude, our dear old friend Dough struggled with the stripping technique, and must have experimented with whatever variation you could ever think of. Not until we pursuaded him to try the special, and not at least very local variation, also known as the “eat me.... eat me .... eat me...” technique did he manage some succes.
Ricky Walker didn't hide his nationality, and none of us really understood much, we just nodded and smiled whenever he said anything, fishingwise he did fine. Ricky was more interested in taking pictures of the great sunsets, and share his shots with Paul.
John Gale, a veteran in our lodge, knew exactly what was needed, and within the first 24 hours, he'd landed not only the biggest fish of the week, but also of the season so far. To much irritation of Dough, John and Paul weren't late to agree about the fact “It's not the quantity, but it's more about quality”.
Trevor, our new Irish friend, was struggeling the first couple of days, beeing new to the river and the technique required, but it didn't take long before he got the feel for the river, and became top-rod of the week.
Peter, Anders and Jonas, all from Sweeden and therefor not unfamiliar with seatrout fishing, they all  regularly visit to the River Em. Beeing a Scandinavian normally meens a keen angler, and none of them were an exeption, but what also recognizes Sweedes is the high level of skills. They all did very well on the river, and Anders wasn't far from Trevor's number of fish, a good group of guys, we'd all like to see back here some day.

The river is still dropping, but in a slower pace now, waterlevel says from -25 - -33 on the watergauge, and that is very low for this time of year. Temperatures in the middle of the week reached 23C but by friday it was down to 9C, which is absolutely perfect.
Flies of the week was small nymph's (Prince and Pheasents Tail, bead heads needed) but again in the darker hours wolly buggers worked fine.

No. of rods      8

Avg. size        7,2 lbs

Biggest fish     21lbs    John Gale

Top rod         Trevor Greene