Friday I devoted mostly to studying, sort of. I devoted a chunk of my day to going to the library to figure out what I want to write about for Norwegian class (three pages due Tuesday). On the way I picked up the mail which included a rent bill and a letter from the Bø Fiskelag (like the Bø fishing group). I read through the letter from the Fiskelag, which I apparently get for buying a fishing license/card (I'm not sure if that automatically registered me for the group as well?) and decided to check out their website. This was getting me in the fishing mood. Still trying to decide on topic for my Norwegian class I decided then and there that it should be fishing. So I quickly found the fishing section in the library, and began to read. I was very happy to start building up my vocabulary of fish and fishing equipment (fisk og fiskeutstyr). And of course after reading so much about fishing, it made me reeeally itchy to get out and go fishing. So, without further at do I checked out a big book about fishing (should get me three pages worth) I marched back to my dorm, dropped off my backpack and headed to Europris to get a cheap spinning rod and reel setup. It was 300 kroner, more than I thought it was gonna be, but not too bad. It's eight feet long (much longer than the short trout rods that I'm used to) and the line is far too heavy, I think, but I haven't changed it yet. It is also very collapsable, and I think it should fit in my luggage without any problems (if I think it's worth taking home at the end of the semester). Now I wanted to go fishing, but this would have to wait unti Saturday. Thursday night I had borrowed a couple of movies (Dinotopia and The Last of the Mohicans, which was definitely cheezy at times with its scenes that looked like the covers of a romance novel) and I watched both of them Friday. Dinotopia in the morning and the last of the Mohicans that night.
Saturday, yesterday I woke up and had a fairly Norwegian breakfast, made up of three bread slices: one with kylling postei (like leverpostei but chicken) jarlsberg cheese and roggebrood; one with makrell i tomat (mackerel fillets in tomato sauce); and one with butter and brown cheese. At noon Chenoa met me to head down to the river to see if there were any trout in there. It was cloudier than I was hoping, and a little chilly, but on the whole not too bad. We took the shorter way to the river this time, and it didn't take too long. There was one hole that I knew I wanted to check out, but I thought I'd try to get used to the rod and reel in a few other spots before I went up there. I definitely need new line. This stuff sort of pops off the reel if you're not careful, and it's hard to tie knots with. I can't wait for fly fishing. At anyrate, I didn't catch anything all day. Not even a hit. I worked a few 'spots' as best as I could from the bank and in near knee deep snow again. I didn't even get any hits at that hole. Although, as I was standing on a rock a little out in the water my foot slipped on the snow (you can't really tell if you're on a rock or between them with all of the snow) and my foot plunged into the river. I was very thankful for my waterproof boots. My ankle was the only thing that got wet (or cold at all). I'm not sure if the trout are just really lazy and dormant in the cold weather, or if it's that they are somewhere else (which I doubt), but they did not seem interested. I'm considering waiting towards the end of March to try it again. Not only will it be warmer then, but maybe the trout will have decided to bite. I also am anxious to be able to wade in the river. I still haven't decided if I want to buy waders or wade in my clothes. My clothes would save me money and figuring out what to do with waders when I leave, but waders would keep me dry. In the meantime, I 'm waiting for "A River Runs Through It", the movie (in which they do NOT use waders), to arrive in the mail so I can be inspired to get out with my fly rod when the time comes.
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