The fishing season, strictly regulated like in other developed European countries, is also well defined in Slovenia. During winter, fishing for most salmonid species is prohibited, allowing the fish to reproduce and rest, while anglers eagerly anticipate the start of the season, preparing their flies and building excitement. The decision was made to open the season on April 1st, with excellent weather and optimal river conditions further intensifying the anticipation. The gear was ready, and the only missing element was good company. Since mountain conditions were also favorable, I invited my father, an enthusiast for mountains, fishing, and outdoor recreation, to join the adventure. While solo fishing may result in catching more fish, it cannot compare to the moments filled with laughter and joy when experiencing unforgettable stories with a fishing companion.
We set off early in the morning when it was still dark outside. It was a cold Saturday morning, but completely clear, and we enjoyed the drive on an empty road, relishing the sunrise. Due to the duration and complexity of the day, we opted for ski touring in the Kanin mountain range, where we encountered many fellow enthusiasts appreciating the beauty of the day. A few days earlier, fresh snow had fallen, making the conditions nearly perfect. With a heightened appetite, we stopped at the first inn to refresh ourselves and discuss the locations for the upcoming fishing.
As the air temperature rose, and the sun shone brightly into the valley, the fish became more active, and a gentle breeze subsided. With an accelerated pace, I descended to the riverbank, leaned against a nearby rock, and took some time for contemplation. There were many fish in the water, and they were quite active, mostly feeding on nymphs. Although, like any fly angler, I wished for some surface activity and the opportunity to start the season with dry flies, I chose a nymph. Excitement overwhelmed me, and I couldn’t wait for the first bend in the rod under the weight of the season’s first fish. Moreover, the day had just begun, and I intended to try dry flies a bit later. I turned over some stones and found the usual presence of nymphs, so I selected my favourite nymph. After a few casts, a decent-sized rainbow trout took the bait. A quick strike, followed by the reel’s melody as the line unwound, and the drag sang a beautiful tune. Despite its size, the fish put up quite a fight, displaying some impressive jumps. Overwhelmed by the excitement and joy that I hadn’t felt in months of fishing, I decided to quickly take a photo with the catch and then let it swim back to its kingdom.
More rainbow trout followed, and we covered quite a distance. In one of the pools, while exploring the bottom, I also hooked a marble trout, which I initially didn’t notice, as it usually hid among the rocks and was barely visible due to its perfect camouflage and slightly turbid water. After bringing it closer to the surface following a few escapes, I confirmed it was a beautiful marble trout measuring around 40 cm. I saw its large head and was already looking forward to netting it. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen; after shaking its head, the hook flew out of its mouth, and my friend swam back into the depth of the pool. Every fish, especially the native marble trout, deserves respect and gentle handling. Despite the slight disappointment, I was happy for the fish to return to where it belonged and acknowledged its superiority. My fishing companion comforted me, and together, we continued our journey. We caught a few more rainbow trout, and then we decided to conclude the day. The cold descended into the valley again, and a journey home still awaited us.
During the drive home, we relived the moments just experienced and reflected on new plans. Both of us agreed that it would be nearly impossible to better utilize such a beautiful day and that this kind of tradition would undoubtedly continue.
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