Go Fishing Iceland – Straight Talk from a Guide Who’s Been There

Hey there—I’m not gonna hit you with some glossy brochure talk. Let’s just say if you’re after real Icelandic fishing—the kind where your arms ache from fighting hogs and your cheeks hurt from grinning—you’re in the right place. Been guiding these rivers since ’05, and honestly? The fish here still surprise me.

Why Listen to Me?
Well, after 19 seasons watching the same pools—like that sneaky bend below Selfoss where the salmon stack up like cordwood—you pick up a thing or two. Pro tip: The char go nuts when the geese start circling in April. Funny story—I once had a client land a 12-pounder there while a curious raven heckled him from a rock. Iceland, folks.

The Season Breakdown (No Fluff)

April-May: Crisp air, golden light, and sea trout that hit like freight trains. The browns? Fat and sassy after winter. And char—oh man, when that midnight sun glints off their flanks? Magic.

June: Salmon start showing up, and the rivers never sleep. You haven’t lived until you’ve hooked one at 2 AM with the sky still pink.

July-August: Prime time. Salmon hogging the deep runs, browns sipping mayflies, and char… well, let’s just say they don’t read the rulebooks.

September-October: My secret favorite. Sea trout go ballistic, and the autumn colors? Like fishing inside a postcard.

How We Roll
No corporate nonsense here. You email us, I’ll personally help sort your trip—whether it’s your first time tailing a salmon or you’re a crusty vet chasing a 20-pounder. We’ve got beats that’ll make your knees weak (trust me, I’ve fallen in most of them).

Bottom Line
This ain’t just fishing. It’s stalking wild fish in rivers so clean you could drink ’em (though I’d stick to whisky). So grab your rod, leave the fancy talk at home, and let’s get you into some real fish.
—See you on the water.