Fishing in Møre - with a dramatic start!

Could we beat last years superCod?

To be honest; I understand that we kinda exceeded our vacation limit with the Pierats of the Caribbean-trip. All my colleagues is nicely reminding me of this when I as much as start on complaining over no happy-go-holiday-time for this summer. Ok ok, I agree (^.^)
But Ronny and I still got to have one week off in the beginning of June, and we spent it in Møre. Being there means fishing, fishing and tons of fishing. Purrrfect for us!
Either by boat in salt water, or in fresh water in the mountains.


Holy mackerel! Mwwwahhh!

Like I've said before, the littlest things in life often provides the greatest bliss. Listening to lapping waves, having my purple franch brew coffe-cup filled with fresssssh Java Mocca, the great conversations between me and Ronny, and of course, the excitement of getting a big (or small) tug on the line!


Lars Monsen-books, French brewed java mocca and
mocca-beans. Life is gooood!

Møre is extremely beautiful, and this is the view from our little cabin:




There's so much to love about this little place near Ertvågøya. The locals are so friendly, and the simplicity rules. When we arrived, everyone was gathered by the shore, struggling with something. We came down to take a look, and they happily shouted: "Ronny! Come over here, we're lifting a rock!".
So the first thing we do, is helping out pulling a huuuge rock over a stone pillar fence. Gotta love it!


Project going on


Taaa-daaah!

As always, we managed to get hurt also on this trip. We were launching the boat, and Ronny was inside the boat house to free it from the jack straps. Suddenly I heard a SMACK, and it became verrryyy silent.
Oh snap! The jack strap had snapped off, and came like a projectile straight in his face. I saw the bleeding, and the first thing that came across my mind was
"An injury. While we're stuck on an isolated island. On a Sunday. Oooooh mighty SNAP!".


OUCH!!!!

Luckily, no teeth was broken, neither was his nose. But the cut in the lip and chin had to be sewed, so we called the casualty ward.
No problem, the doctor would arrive within an hour...by boat! We had to drive to the harbour where the ferry passage to Smøla is, and wait for the boat. For the first time in Ronnys life, he got patched up by sea!


The evil jack strap. Disguised in kawaii rainbow colours!


Uhhuuuhhuhhhh! (T_T)


Yaaay! The medic-boat arrives!




Nice work, considering the rocking boat!

Ronny was feeling fit for fight again, and we could start our vacation. Of course, Oluf was with us. Milkypaws loves to watch the red deer jumping around, and crawling up in our beds at night (that's strictly forbidden back home) to make some snore-action.

Oluf got his fair share of snuggle-time!




The trout-fishing were better this year than last year. We got sooo many, which made us able to eat freshly caught mountain-trout every day. Nothing beats it!






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Wandrering around silently, taking a few throws here and there...pure naturegasm!
The fishing we did by boat didn't get us as many as last year, but still...more than we cared to go filleting! We had good luck with the weather too, only a few days of rain.

A pretty cute pollack. The vegetarian shows her barbaric side yet another time!



Popeye in action


Looook at the fish finder! There are FISHIES lurking under here!





One of the really sunny and peaceful days we had out in the boat, I said that the only thing I missed now was to see porpoises. They are not uncommon in the area, but shy and not always eager to show themselves.
About five minutes after, I heard a strange noise. Like a stressed horse blowing through its nose. I turned, and there, right by the boat... came TWO porpoises, arching perfectly synchronized through the waves. Amagaaad, BIG naturegasm! We watched the peaceful creatures continue their journey while we were absolutely content. Happy.



Guess who won the biggest-fish-contest?!?!?!


Slimy hugs from Silje