A midsummer night’s dream

Midsummer is a salmon fishing classic up north. Those bright nights are nothing short of magical and not so many years ago this was when the salmon season was considered to kick off for real. To catch a salmon in May or on something else than a floating, or maybe an intermediate line, was pretty much unheard of.

We’ve spent the last couple of days trying to capture salmon jumping (after all, what is a film about salmon without some good old slomo shots of the leaper himself), and we’re happy to say that there’s been some cooperative fishes around.

But when crunching some numbers, since 2013 to date in Torneälven, four years have been worse and nine better so far. All things considered and hope being the last things that deserts a human (Swedish saying), next week will really need to see the runs picking up pretty drastically for this not to be another dreadful season up north.

Next week we’ll be shooting in the north of Västerbotten, and fingers crossed there will be some decent action. If not, we’ll still be doing what we cherish the most and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

Meanwhile we’ll uphold another midsummer tradition, picking those seven different flowers (and aren’t you supposed to jump some hurdles yourself) and putting them under our pillows and hopefully we’ll dream some good dreams of our biggest crush in life — the Baltic salmon.

Fingers crossed for the rest of this summer (and for the years to come).

Worse years on the right, better on the left.