The first trip
It was a stormy day in the middle of March when we reached the Danish coast after driving a couple of hundred kilometres. It was cold outside and a strong westerly wind blew in our faces.
I felt a little bit lost, when standing on the beach with the open ocean at my feet and my little wobbler dangling from my spinning rod. In wich direction should I cast and how far?
At this moment, I truly believed in the “Theory-of-the-1000-casts” but I was to be proven wrong...
Already the second cast brought the first fish I had been looking for - a sea trout of 38 centimetres or a modest 15 inches.
I was very happy and my good friend Rüdiger, who was just rigging up his spinning rod as this happened couldn’t believe his ears and eyes as I shouted through the wind: “Rüdiger, look, I already got one! Hey, I really can’t believe it – on my second cast!”
I grinned like a Cheshire cat from one ear to the other and told myself and Rüdiger that it really couldn’t be so difficult to catch sea trout in the open ocean.
But this was to be my second failure of the day. My hasty assumption should be proven totally wrong!
I tried very hard to catch my second sea trout all the time to the end of our trip, but with no luck. And the truth is that it took me another three years to finally get it.
