In mid-May a large group of us headed to the Djetinja. We decided to stay overnight and rented a cottage from Grandma Cana — a cosy mountain hideaway just five minutes’ walk from the river. An old wooden house, a stove, silence and morning mist above the forest: it was hard to imagine anything better.
The weather was perfect. We focused on grayling all day, changing flies, working our way along the current, laughing and debating who had outsmarted the fish. The fishing was good — not like the Ribnik, where you may catch 30 in a day, but everyone landed a grayling, and that was what mattered. There were takes, lost fish and real fighters on light tackle.
The evening followed the best Balkan tradition: a campfire, local food, homemade rakija and long conversations with local anglers. The Serbs welcomed us like old friends. The Djetinja in May is full of life, the grayling are active and every cast carries anticipation. We left happy and are already planning the next trip.
