About one degree Celsius. Cloudy and sometimes one or two
snowflakes were falling. Light to medium winds from the North. About 15 cm under normal
The main goal of today
It's been a while now since the last entry of my diary.
Meanwhile I hope you've enjoyed the nice winter picture on the front page.
Today that view would look exactly the same maybe except that the ice is covered
with snow. And the ice is probably thicker. For you out there in the foreign countries it might be a little
difficult to understand my concern about the weather. Isn't it normal with
snow, ice and cold during winters? And in Sweden for crying out loud!
No, not for the last couple of ten years it isn't. Not in my little corner
of the southeast end of Sweden. This is the harshest, coldest and most snowy winter
since 1982 and it just goes on and on. But the last week it has been a
little warmer (that is zero or one or two degree above) so I decided to go for
||Here I am on way to the coast, a 20 kilometer drive
from the deep woods where I live. My purpose of today's
fishing trip certainly wasn't to catch a lot of pikes. It was to get
a bite. I felt it to be a both humble and realistic approach.
But more important still was to spend the day a-fishing. To find a
place where you could enter the water a-wading. And go a-fly
The latter activity is so fun in it's own right that I would be content
with that. Almost.
It wouldn't work for me to go around casting in a park or a football
ground. That wouldn't be fun.
Specially if they were playing a match.
(When I say football I mean soccer)
One day last week, on a day off, just like today I went for a
scouting trip just to get a grip of the ice situation and therefore
I knew where the open water was. I parked my car just beside a bridge between two of the big islands. On
the outside, to the open sea, no ice. On the inside towards the town,
plenty of ice. The problem was that almost all of the pikes would be under
the ice, in the inner archipelago. In the autumn the pikes swim into the
bays and creeks for the spawning season to come. But not a hundred per
cent of them was my working hypothesis. In all fishing you got to have at
least a tiny bit of a chance to catch something or else it would be
That some people consider it a complete waste of time nevertheless is quite
a different story..
|Well, by the picture on the right it seems that I
fulfilled the goal. This is a typical example of how a small pike
can save the day. It was the only, both bite and pike I got.
Here in Sweden fishermen have a bad reputation for exaggerating the
sizes, numbers and weights of their catches. I don't know if the
same goes for you all out there in your foreign countries but for my
part it's just not true.
Now, if I would I could easily claim that today's pike was at least
three times as big as it originally was, but do I?
No, of course not!
It may look like it but that's just a bit of zooming of the camera
that gives that effect.
I only mention it because I'm pretty new here out in the world
and if we'll continue to see each other like this, it's important to be honest, right?
Oh, I just checked one thing on my little vignette on my front
page and found that I'd forgotten one very important line. But by
the time you read this I hope I have repaired that mistake. So take
Yes, it's the little bit of not trusting what you read and see
here on the Internet.
For all you know maybe I didn't catch a pike at all today! Maybe
it's an old picture from two years back! Who will know?
Maybe I wasn't even out fishing today! What I read in Swedish papers is
that it can be a real problem with people pretending to be other
people. But rest assured! My warning was of course intended for all
other actors here on the net. Not me. It's a pity you can't ask my Swedish readers
of my credibility and reputation of never deviate from the subject or even
worse, making up stories.
Just like George Washington I cannot tell a lie.
But who, on the other hand would be so stupid to admit
that he spends a whole day fishing and got just one teeny, weenie, yellow
dot little pike if it wasn't true? And that is my angle; that's my line of
defense. But as times go by and if I go on with this I think you'll
see what I mean. I'm at least as honest as a certain used car salesman in
Bayonne, New Jersey by the name of Elvis Zimmerman.
||And now for today's birdwatcher's corner.
Here's a really bad bunch!
Did I tell you that I don't specially fancy swans?
Those filthy, stuck up, aggressive, hissing and...
I did? Sorry, in that case.
But I know I'm rather alone with that unpleasant attitude and
of course I
don't tell people about it, but with these bad guys... Wow! They're
really hated around here. They get the blame for the bad fishing
all claim it to be here in the Baltic. Specially from the fishermen
by trade. These big, bad, black pterodactyls-lookalikes is
said to gobble up all the Baltic's content of roach, perch, small
and even eels. Let alone stealing all the catches from nets and hoop
nets and long lines just to mention some of the tackle the trade
Maybe it is so and maybe it's not. I don't know.
The problem is that the cormorant is protected by the law. I think they have
grown in numbers from just a couple in the 60:s to several thousands nowadays.
They spread like the Black Plague up and down the Swedish coastline and I
suspect that many fishermen spit in their direction and mumble between
clenched teeth a "H5N1 to you fellas!"
Immigrants seldom are popular of any species, we all know that.
The winter continues here in Blekinge with night temperatures of -10
degrees Celsius which means that I have to return to my hibernate-den for
approximately a fortnight, it seems.
By the way... Was it really correct that George Washington never told a
lie? Wasn't he president of the U. S. of As?
I felt that I had to check that fantastic story up and so I did. Not surprisingly
at all it said that the whole thing about the axe and cherry tree was just
a made up story or at least apocryphic, which is the same thing . Who said
it was the Encyclopedia Britannica and if you can't trust them, who can