Let me tell you something—there’s always a stream nearby. Always.
Somewhere close, there’s water flowing, whispering for you, hiding trout who still think a Royal Wulff is just a flashy forest bug showing off.
All you really need is a browser and a suspicious mind. Start zooming around your area on satellite view and you’ll soon spot a little squiggly blue line you’ve never noticed before. Follow it. It might run under a highway, behind a cow pasture, or through the most mosquito-infested forest you've ever regretted stepping into.
That’s where the magic lives.
And now that summer is stretching out its long, golden days here in the Nordics (where I live) and far beyond, here’s your cue: grab your rod, pull on your waders and boots, and go find your own secret stream.
There are fishing spots out there that people definitely know about...
But they would never, ever tell you. Not even under mild interrogation. These are the holy grails—the “if I tell you, I’d have to push you in” kind of places.
But... there’s an exception.
If you stumble upon someone fishing who’s still young enough to overshare absolutely everything without hesitation—talk to them. These are the folks who haven’t yet learned the ancient angler art of secrecy. They’ll spill the beans like an open fly box tipping over in a canoe.
Happened to me not too long ago.
I walked up to a kid fishing a quiet little stream and casually asked, “Hey, any trout in here?”
He looked at me like I’d just asked if water is wet.
“Yeah, loads! My dad caught a really big one here last year. Hold on—I’ll show you a picture.”
And just like that, he pulled out his phone and showed me everything: the trout, the spot, the timestamp—probably even what fly his dad used and what he had for lunch that day. Full disclosure. No gatekeeping.
So, naturally, I returned the next day with my fly rod, stood in the exact same spot...
And wouldn’t you know it—I caught a beautiful trout. The kid was right.
Moral of the story?
If you want real fishing intel, skip the old-timers with the poker faces. Ask the kid with the juice box.
And then there’s the opposite, of course.
Here’s the real secret: never trust what another angler tells you. Ever.
If they say: “Nah, nothing bites there. Waste of time.”
That’s your cue. Your golden invitation. The fishing version of someone saying: “Whatever you do, DON’T press that big red button.”
So what do you do?
You pack your gear, your hopes, and probably some bug spray, and you go there. Walk through nettles. Step in mysterious mud. Fall in. Twice.
And then, just maybe, you’ll find it: a pool so perfect it makes you suspicious.
A shadow moves under the surface. You cast. You hook. Your rod bends.
Your heart forgets how to function.
And now you know.
But remember this: if anyone ever asks where it was, you smile politely, shake your head, and say: “Nah, nothing bites there. Waste of time.”
Gear Check
When I’m out scouting new river spots, I always bring along my go-to setups:
The Epic Reference 476 FastGlass, or the Epic Reference 480G Carbon Fiber.
Lately, I’ve also been loving my new favourite—the Trutta Fly Reel.
Tough, smooth, and good-looking enough to photograph (but I won’t tell you where I took that picture either).
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Words and images by Magnus LindhardtCheck out Magnus on Youtube here: https://www.youtube.com/c/MagnusLindhardt
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