Mittsommerzauber in Mittelfinnland – Wiederentdeckung eines abgelegenen Forellenbachs

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First Fishing Trip of the Season – Central Finland

Last weekend I made my first fishing trip of the season to my family cabin in Central Finland together with a close friend. During the trip we visited three local rivers connected to my home lake and spent our evenings at the cabin.

Going into the trip, I was hopeful to find trout in the rivers. Weather conditions looked promising. A recent heatwave had arrived unusually early, but despite the warm weather the water was still relatively cool at around 17°C and water levels were lower than normal due to an unusually early spring.

I enjoy spin fishing, fly fishing, and trolling, so we planned to explore several different options throughout the weekend.

On the evening of our arrival, I fished from the shoreline near the cabin and caught one small zander along with a few perch. At first this seemed promising. Water temperatures suggested that the zander spawning period was approaching its end, and I expected to find some active fish.

The following day we headed to the first river and began fishing around 17:00. Light rain moved through the area and conditions felt good. Near the river neck we caught a few pike and perch, but no trout. We stayed well past midnight before returning to the cabin for a sauna and a swim in the lake.

One memorable moment from the evening was spotting an owl family in the trees near the river.

While talking with a few local anglers, I learned that some small trout had still been caught recently, so there were certainly trout present in the system.

The next day we fished a second location between midday and late afternoon. I briefly hooked a pike but lost it during the fight. Before leaving, both of us caught several bleak. I had also noticed schools of bleak along the shoreline near the cabin, which started to make me think about what might be happening throughout the lake.

On the third river, trout again failed to appear. Instead, I caught three pike and lost a fourth when it broke my line. Four cows wandering through the nearby forest provided more entertainment than the trout did.

By the end of the trip I started connecting the dots.

The bleak spawn appeared to be particularly strong this year. Combined with the recent heatwave and seasonal transitions taking place in the lake, I suspect many trout had moved out of the rivers to take advantage of the abundant food available in open water. The rivers still held fish, but the conditions were very different from what I had expected before arriving.

Despite the lack of trout, the trip was far from disappointing.

We spent our days exploring the rivers, shared campfire meals, enjoyed pike fish soup, watched wildlife, and ended each evening with a sauna and a swim in the lake.

Nature surprised me this time, but that is also part of what keeps fishing interesting. Every season develops differently, and the first trip of the year often teaches more than it confirms.

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A big thanks for this great report!

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A big thanks for this great report!

Vielen Dank!

I'm glad you enjoyed the report.

I hope to share more observations and fishing reports from Central Finland throughout the season.

Tight lines!

[Hans.]

Hallo allerseits,
unten die Übersetzung durch ChatGPT, Wort für Wort, ohne Zusammenfassungen.
Gruß
Hans

Erster Angelausflug der Saison – Mittelfinnland

Letztes Wochenende machte ich meinen ersten Angelausflug der Saison zu meiner Familienhütte in Mittelfinnland zusammen mit einem engen Freund. Während des Ausflugs besuchten wir drei lokale Flüsse, die mit meinem Heimsee verbunden sind, und verbrachten unsere Abende an der Hütte.

Vor dem Ausflug hoffte ich, Forellen in den Flüssen zu finden. Die Wetterbedingungen sahen vielversprechend aus. Eine kürzliche Hitzewelle war ungewöhnlich früh eingetroffen, aber trotz des warmen Wetters war das Wasser mit etwa 17 °C noch relativ kühl, und die Wasserstände waren aufgrund eines ungewöhnlich frühen Frühlings niedriger als normal.

Ich genieße Spinnfischen, Fliegenfischen und Schleppangeln, daher planten wir, im Verlauf des Wochenendes mehrere verschiedene Möglichkeiten auszuprobieren.

Am Abend unserer Ankunft angelte ich vom Ufer nahe der Hütte und fing einen kleinen Zander zusammen mit einigen Barschen. Zunächst schien dies vielversprechend. Die Wassertemperaturen deuteten darauf hin, dass sich die Laichzeit der Zander ihrem Ende näherte, und ich erwartete, einige aktive Fische zu finden.

Am folgenden Tag fuhren wir zum ersten Fluss und begannen gegen 17:00 Uhr zu angeln. Leichter Regen zog durch das Gebiet, und die Bedingungen fühlten sich gut an. Nahe der Flussenge fingen wir einige Hechte und Barsche, aber keine Forellen. Wir blieben weit nach Mitternacht, bevor wir zur Hütte zurückkehrten, um in die Sauna zu gehen und im See zu schwimmen.

Ein denkwürdiger Moment des Abends war das Entdecken einer Eulenfamilie in den Bäumen nahe dem Fluss.

Während ich mit einigen örtlichen Anglern sprach, erfuhr ich, dass kürzlich noch einige kleine Forellen gefangen worden waren, daher waren sicherlich Forellen im Gewässersystem vorhanden.

Am nächsten Tag angelten wir an einem zweiten Ort zwischen Mittag und spätem Nachmittag. Ich hakte kurz einen Hecht, verlor ihn jedoch während des Drills. Bevor wir aufbrachen, fingen wir beide mehrere Ukeleien. Ich hatte außerdem Schwärme von Ukeleien entlang des Ufers nahe der Hütte bemerkt, was mich darüber nachdenken ließ, was möglicherweise im gesamten See geschah.

Am dritten Fluss ließen sich erneut keine Forellen blicken. Stattdessen fing ich drei Hechte und verlor einen vierten, als er meine Schnur riss. Vier Kühe, die durch den nahegelegenen Wald streiften, sorgten für mehr Unterhaltung als die Forellen.

Gegen Ende des Ausflugs begann ich, die Zusammenhänge zu erkennen.

Das Laichen der Ukeleien schien dieses Jahr besonders stark zu sein. In Verbindung mit der kürzlichen Hitzewelle und den jahreszeitlichen Veränderungen, die im See stattfanden, vermute ich, dass viele Forellen die Flüsse verlassen hatten, um das reichlich vorhandene Nahrungsangebot im Freiwasser zu nutzen. Die Flüsse beherbergten weiterhin Fische, aber die Bedingungen waren sehr anders als das, was ich vor meiner Ankunft erwartet hatte.

Trotz des Mangels an Forellen war der Ausflug alles andere als enttäuschend.

Wir verbrachten unsere Tage damit, die Flüsse zu erkunden, teilten Mahlzeiten am Lagerfeuer, genossen Hecht-Fischsuppe, beobachteten Wildtiere und beendeten jeden Abend mit einem Saunagang und einem Bad im See.

Die Natur überraschte mich dieses Mal, aber das ist auch ein Teil dessen, was das Angeln interessant hält. Jede Saison entwickelt sich anders, und der erste Ausflug des Jahres lehrt oft mehr, als er bestätigt.

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Midsummer in Central Finland – and a rediscovery of a forgotten stream

It was Midsummer in Finland, the time of the year when the nights never truly become dark and the days are at their longest.

As usual, I spent the holiday at the family cabin. My friend joined me for the first part of the weekend, and naturally, fishing was high on the agenda.

We visited one of the main rivers in the area, once again hoping to encounter trout. Despite favorable conditions and staying well into the evening feeding period, the trout remained absent. Before the evening session we enjoyed a traditional Finnish riverside break with spruce tip tea, sausages, and sweet buns cooked over a fire. Even without trout, it was a memorable evening.

The fishing itself was modest: a few perch and the usual pike.

On the way back we decided to troll for a while. Near a drop-off where the depth changed from 14 meters to about 4 meters, we finally connected with a fish – a small zander of approximately 30 cm. Since the legal minimum size for zander here is 45 cm, the fish was carefully released to grow larger.

The following day I visited another transition river that I had fished earlier this summer. Once again, perch, a small pike, and a single bleak were the only fish willing to cooperate. During the evening I returned to the mouth of the first river and continued fishing from the boat until around 2 a.m., trying hard to locate trout. Despite my efforts, they remained elusive. I suspect many trout are still feeding in open water following the abundant bleak spawning, although warming water temperatures may also play a role.

Then came the final day.

Strong winds made boating unattractive, so I decided to do what I call a "Sunday fishing trip" – a relaxed visit to one of my more remote small streams.

Earlier this summer my friend and I had visited this river to check water levels. The stream was extremely low at the time, and we eventually abandoned the idea of fishing it. This time I packed light: a spinning rod, a few lures, tools in my vest pockets, and a small water bottle. My plan was simply to take a walk through nature and fish a few familiar spots.

This river fascinates me.

It is many kilometers long and flows through a surprisingly varied landscape. Some sections wind through deep forest, while others pass open fields and rural areas. There are only a handful of access points – mostly bridges crossing the river on sandy forest roads.

Most anglers who visit the river fish what my friend and I call the "main strip." It is the only section with an information board and the place most easily found by locals or visitors. Interestingly, I have rarely had much success there myself.

Over the years my close friend and I have made it something of a personal mission to explore this entire river. By walking both upstream and downstream from the various access points, we have discovered some truly remarkable stretches of rapids and pools hidden deep in the forest.

The river is highly dependent on conditions. Water levels fluctuate considerably due to weather, snowmelt, dry summers, and even beaver activity in the protected headwater lakes. This year has been exceptionally dry, although I have seen the river both much lower and considerably higher.

The section I know best contains only wild trout. In all the years I have fished there, I have never caught another species.

I started fishing at one of my usual access points and immediately walked toward a favorite stretch.

On the very first cast, I caught a beautiful wild trout measuring around 30 cm.

I could hardly believe it.

The fish had taken the lure deeply, so I worked quickly with forceps to remove the hook and return it safely. Only then did I notice something remarkable: the trout was blind in one eye.

That first fish filled me with excitement.

Instead of staying in familiar water, I decided to continue upstream and explore sections I had never visited before.

For a few hundred meters there is a small path near the river, mainly used by an elderly local resident walking his dog. After that, however, the path ends.

Completely.

Beyond a steep hillside there are only faint animal trails, likely made by moose and other wildlife. The forest becomes dense and untamed, and moving upstream often requires genuine bushwhacking.

This area was once used for logging and log driving as early as the 19th century, with the last log drives taking place during the 1950s and 1960s. Since then, nature has gradually reclaimed the river. Occasionally you can still spot signs of the old industry – rocks placed along the banks to improve log transport many decades ago.

In total, I walked well over one kilometer upstream.

Every bend revealed something new.

Pool after pool. Rapid after rapid.

And the trout were there.

During just a few hours I experienced seven trout encounters.

I kept pushing farther upstream, curious to see what lay around the next corner. The further I walked, the more impressed I became with the river.

Eventually, carrying only a small bottle of water and after hours of bushwhacking, fatigue finally convinced me to turn back.

The forest was completely calm.

There was no wind.

Sunlight filtered softly through the trees and illuminated sections of the river and its banks. It was incredibly peaceful – almost eerily so.

At one point I remembered a story an old woman had once told me about seeing a bear near her home many years ago on the opposite side of the lake. Bears are extremely rare here and generally avoid people, but being alone deep in a silent forest does make you appreciate the wilderness around you. I occasionally made a bit of noise while walking, just to feel more comfortable.

The remarkable thing about this river is that, despite its quality, it appears to receive very little fishing pressure. The best stretches are difficult to access, hard to find, and most anglers understandably prefer larger rivers.

Personally, I do not discuss these hidden stretches with local anglers. They remain quiet corners of the Finnish forest that I prefer not to publicize.

This trip changed my understanding of the river. I had previously believed that low water levels made fishing almost impossible. Now I realize that even during dry summers there are still many productive pools and rapids holding trout.

I will certainly continue exploring this river.

Next time, perhaps, with a friend – and enough water for a proper expedition.

Tight lines from Central Finland!

I am always interested in meeting passionate anglers interested in authentic fishing experiences in Central Finland.
I enjoy sharing my local waters and meeting enthusiastic people from different places, especially anglers visiting Finland from abroad.
If you are planning a trip to Finland and enjoy small streams, medium-sized rivers, lake, quiet places, and exploring new waters, feel free to contact me.

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R pictures are from remote river. P pictures from cabin and larger river taken around midnight-2am