Another friday after work and I headed out the Oslo fjord to a spot I have had for myself many times (and where I landed my first seatrout last week). You can tell that I have gone from dryfly to salt focus the last month here as the season have shifted, and these short trips where you don’t have to hike for hours to get to the really good places is a good thing to have since the sun sets earlier and earlier these days.

I had one seatrout follow all the way in to the tip of my rod (I physically didn’t have more tippet to pull – it was that close) before it turned and slowly found its way out into the dark, and another heavy *thug* on a white rabbit zonker that at least proved that the area have fish.

After a couple of hours with nothing to show for it was the sunset that kept me there for the last hour – clear blue sky, no wind to talk of and a sun that slowly shifted the colors of the sky. For me fishing is (almost) as much about these moments as the fishing (ok; fishing is *slightly* more important….).

The spot:

As I packed up for the night the moon showed  up: