Orvis uke med fiskepartner ved Battle Hill Lodge

The week flew by, and I’m still replaying the sight of those salmon rising against the glacier in the distance. Casting among the ancient lava fields felt like stepping into another world, and the exclusivity of the fishery meant we had the river almost entirely to ourselves. Worth every penny for t

The guide met us at the airport and had our rods rigged before we even settled in at the lodge. Fishing under the glacier while the midnight sun lingered was an experience I’ll never forget, and the wading gear they provided handled the lava rock bottoms perfectly. A splurge, but the private water a

I'm still daydreaming about that stretch of river where the black lava meets the glacial meltwater—there's nowhere else like it on earth. The guides had us casting into pools I'd only ever seen in magazines, and the week felt worth every penny for that sunset alone.