For the last ten years, I’ve been lucky enough to call Pirkanmaa’s rivers and lakes my workplace—though "work" hardly feels like the right word when you’re waist-deep in crystal-clear water, teaching someone the magic of fly fishing. At 35, I’ve lost track of how many sunrises I’ve watched while untangling lines or explaining why a certain fly works better in fast currents. It’s not just a job; it’s a way of life.

I’ve spent years honing my skills, both on the water and at the tying bench, and eventually earned my stripes as a certified fishing guide under the Finland Fishing Guide Guild. Every now and then, I jot down thoughts for Nordic Fly Fisher—mostly ramblings about tricky hatches or why grayling seem to have a love-hate relationship with dry flies.
Partners & Gear

Somehow, I’ve ended up as the Finnish face for a few big names in fly fishing—Veniard, Snowbee, Fulling Mill from the UK, and Italy’s Stonfo. It’s humbling, really, getting to test their gear where it matters most: in our finicky northern waters.

What I Offer

Whether you’re holding a fly rod for the first time or you’re an old hand looking to shake off bad habits, I’ve got you covered. We’ll wade into everything from casting techniques to the weird science of fish behavior (did you know perch hunt by sight more than smell?). And it’s not just about fishing—tying flies is half the battle, so expect to learn why some feathers just work while others gather dust.

The Rules of the Game

Here’s the thing: fishing’s a privilege, not a right. We follow every regulation—slot limits, no-go zones, the works—because respecting the fish and the folks sharing the bank with us is non-negotiable. Oh, and I run a dry boat: no booze, no substances, just sharp focus and maybe a thermos of lousy coffee.

Who’s Biting?

If it swims and takes a fly around here, I’ve probably tangled with it. Asp that hit like freight trains, brook trout hiding under cutbanks, grayling with their ridiculous dorsal fins—you name it. Even the humble perch, which, let’s be honest, fights harder pound-for-pound than most trout.

So yeah, that’s the gist. If you’re up for cold fingers, good stories, and the occasional "how did I not hook that fish?" moment, let’s talk.