You know, if you're after sea trout around Funen's southern shores, well—I've been chasing those silver ghosts here for over 30 years now. There's something about these waters—the way the currents bend around the old granite reefs, the way the trout stack up near the creek mouths when the mayflies hatch. Most tourists never find the real honey holes, but that's where I come in.

We've got this weathered old cabin—smells of pine tar and coffee—barely a five-minute stumble from spots where I've watched big sea trout roll at sunset. Fits ten if you don't mind cozy quarters (and sharing fish stories over schnapps). Some clients just want the guiding, but if you'd rather wake up with your waders already halfway on, we'll sort you with beds, meals, the works—no fuss, just fishing.

Now about those trout... Fly fishing here isn't like chucking lures in some stocked pond. You'll learn where they hide when the easterly winds push algae blooms inshore, why certain foam lines near the marsh grass hold fish even on slack tides. I've lost count of how many "secret" spots I've found over the decades—places where the bottom structure just feels right, you know?

Bring decent rain gear though—Funen weather has moods, and the best bites often come when it's pissing down sideways. But hey, that's when the big girls cruise the shallows...