Angling for Salmon in the Hofsá River
You ever fished a river where the salmon practically jump into your lap? That’s the Hofsá for you. Most European spots have you wrestling with two-handed rods and sinking lines, but here? Nah. It’s lighter tackle, smaller flies, and floating lines—way more intimate, you know? I’ve found these fish don’t just take the fly; they announce it.
Now, let’s talk about these salmon—I mean, they’re strong. Spent a couple years fattening up in the ocean before charging back home, hungry and pissed off. Perfect for a swung fly. And the river itself? Fifty-three miles of pure Icelandic magic, with gravel beds that hold fish like a magnet. Not just salmon, either. Char and sea trout show up too, though let’s be honest—you’re here for the silver bullets.
Here’s the kicker: the whole place is privately managed. No free-for-all. Licenses are tight, rules are strict, and that’s good. Keeps the river pristine. Season runs late June to late September, and they pull over a thousand salmon a year. Numbers don’t lie.
Now, gear. Leave the cannon rods at home. A 9- to 10-foot 7- or 8-weight’s plenty. Flies?
Think small—size 18 to 10. Autumn Hooker’s a killer, same with the Erna. One time, I watched a char slam a Haugur just as the light faded—thing looked like a freight train. And if you’re feeling fancy, try skimming a fly on the surface. Takes some finesse, but man, when it works? Poetry. Deeper pools? Go big with a streamer. Tube flies are your friend.
Early summer’s when the magic happens. Fish stack up in those resting pools like commuters at a bus stop. Hook one, release it, and I swear another’s moved in before you’ve even dried your hands. It’s that kind of river.
So yeah, if you’re tired of overcomplicated setups and want to feel the fight, Hofsá’s your spot. Just don’t blame me when you start dreaming about it.