Normally Hemsedal is known for it's skiing and winter activities, but Hemsedal is much more than that, especially the potential for brown trouts - big brown trouts!!!.
Hemsila, the river that runs trough the city of Hemsedal, has a huge potential for giving fly fishers, a very good experience indeed.
I heard about this river from a swedish guy, I met when I was fly fishing for Steelheads in BC (British Columbia). He told stories about huge brown trout's rising for may flies. But he also explained how difficult the circumstances were, when it came to fly fishing for these big brownies. My curiosity was immediately awakened. I had to find out what this place was all about. It was time to do some serious fly fishing research - Where to stay? - Where to live? - Where to get a fishing license? - What fly's to use? - When the hatching was at it's highest? - How to approach these difficult brownies? - I simply had to visit this place, the sooner the better!!!
The internet had helped me before in situations like this one, so of course I went right home, turned on my PC and "dived right into" the "World Wide Web".
One person kept on showing up in Googles search engine - "Mr. Brown trout himself" - Tor Grøthe.
Tor Grøthe grew up in this place, and I found out that he were running a guide company and at the same time he could offered different kinds of accommodation - perfect packaged solution - everything in one place.
As we started our mail communication regarding my trip up there, I quick sensed that Tor was the perfect person to get in contact with, if you wanted to know more about the fly fishing scene in Hemsila.
(Life is hard - and then you die!!! - as you know :O)
Well anyway time went by, and suddenly I was sitting in my car with my daughter, on my way to Hemsedal. Two weeks of excellent fly fishing, for the "beautiful brown Prince" of river Hemsila, were ahead of me.
We arrived on a beautiful and sunny day, met up with Tor and his kind wife, where they gave us the key to our new home for the next fourteen days. Everything were just perfect. I arranged a quick sandwich and then down to the river, to have a look, before it got to dark.
The river looked fantastic, I already saw several nice brownies raising for fly's in the surface. I couldn't wait for tomorrow, the first day of my new fishing license.
Life was great, super and sublime!!! :O)
It was hard to sleep, listening the river, so close to where I was lying - but I came trough the first night. Do I have to write that I was ready - before sun set!!!! - more than ready!!! :O)
As we got ready to leave, the weather was changing, it was getting colder, and dark rain clouds were gathering in the sky.
When we came down to the river, it began to rain, first slowly and light. But then it started to pore down massively, and we simply had to give up our fishing plans for the rest of the day. This was the end of my second day.
All night it rained, and I woke up by the sound of heavy rain on the windows, it rained all that day as well.
It kept on raining for the next 6 days straight, not just rain, strong heavy rain, I had never seen anything like that before. The friendly crystal clear river had changed into a muddy monster, with a roaring sound of a constant thunder. It was scary yet fascinating to watch this scenery, mother nature went crazy in a few days.
But it didn't stop after those 6 days, a small break came, and a single whole in the sky showed up for half an hour, and then it began to rain again, this time even more violent than before. At midday it became as dark as in the middle of the night, and fishing was not a option at all.
It rained, and rained and rained for another 5 days, everything was turned into chaos. The local camping were under water, the river had simply disappeared and the military was send in to help the local community - the river had turned into an ocean!!!.
A "40 years flom" - as they called it up there in Hemsedal. the worst rain storm in 40 years.
Who said that these brown trouts would be an easy catch?