Honestly, there’s nothing quite like fly fishing here in the Austrian Alps—especially in Tyrol. The rivers run cold and clear, cutting through valleys so stunning you’ll forget to check your line half the time. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been distracted by a trout darting between the rocks or the way the light hits the water just right at dawn. If you’re up for it, I’d love to point you toward my favorite spots—the kind of places where the fish are eager and the views could make a postcard jealous.

Now, we keep things flexible around here. Want to go solo? Grab a permit and wander off—just don’t blame me if you end up spending more time gawking at the scenery than casting. Prefer some company? I’ll tag along with my gear (and yes, the permits are covered). And if you’re feeling adventurous, try a belly boat—nothing beats floating right over the honey holes while the mountains loom overhead. Oh, and if you’re missing gear, no worries—we’ve got rods, boots, the works.

Speaking of fish, let’s talk about what’s biting. The brook trout here? Feisty little things, especially in the smaller streams. Brown trout? Smarter than your average, but worth the chase. And the grayling—personally, I think they fight harder here than anywhere else I’ve fished. We’ve also got perch lurking in the deeper pools, pike that’ll test your leader, and the occasional pike-perch if you know where to look. Oh, and rainbow trout—can’t forget those. They’re not native, but hey, neither am I, and we’ve both settled in just fine.
Anyway, that’s the lay of the land. Or water, I guess. Let’s get you out there.