torsdag 7 augusti 2008

Särna - the story behind the legend

There have been a huge buzz regarding this trip online and across the world. I heard that even CIA had an uptake in chatter during this week. So I decided it was best to write the true story so that no false rumors get a foothold.



The stoy is this: Four guys (TSO, IA, WillyBoy and The Borg) took a car and drove 7-8 hours north into a forrest so vast and dark that southern germany's Black Forrest seems a mere small shabby scale model. We set up basecamp in an old closed railwaystation some four kilometers from the nearest pizza. Soon we found that this spot had already been claimed. By one million and one mosqiutos. And in hindsight I can say that they may have drawn first blood, and won the war I guess since we went away and they are still there, but we won the battles and the ground were littered with the fallen mini-kamikazies.



Mosquitos were not our intended prey though. We had come for the fish. Unfortunally they had been tipped off, and had gone underground. Well underwater rather, but just as hard to find. First try were a bust, with The Borg the only one to catch something. A small perch.



We wrote this off as bad luck but as days passed things didn't get much better. Some perches here and there and one or two really small trouts were a far cry from the onslaugt of 2-3 kg trouts we wanted and half expected. So the last day we went to a Put & Take lake where we felt we would be guaranteed fish. Did we get any? Right you get the picture.



Unfortunatly the region suffered under a record heat wave that pushed the fishes to the bottom, and daily (and monstrous) thunderstorms didn't exactly help... One evening the lightning hit the powerline just outside the house, blowing up four(!!) fuseboxes and leaving us in utter darkness until about three in the night when a repairman came and fixed it. Still, it was just one more reason to stay up drinking a few beer infront of the fire and telling outragous storys...



Still, we were one week in the woods, every day by a new river or lake, caught some fish still and made lots of fires, some bbq's and spent the evenings playing Skitgubbe. All in all a great week. And one to be repeated I'm sure. With better luck in fishing though!



Last of all a thanks to The Borg for driving all those miles there and back again. Salut!

/TSO, The Scabrous One

PS. There is a video under construction. Will post it when finished!

1 kommentar:

Legion sa...

And ofc the only true way to experience what we did and to hear the stories and other fun stuff we did is to be there the next time with a beer around the fire or a beer around the table when we play "shitman" hehe



/IA