A tanked-up car, robust rod holders and a few intensely driven salmon fishers as the company is an excellent start if you’re going to do some severe salmontrippin’ in Swedish Lapland. This is the story of three high-pitched days in four wild salmon rivers.
– One hundred seventeen, one hundred twenty-two, one hundred twenty-nine…
Ronny Landin and Erling Holmström are scrolling through the last fishes registered by the camera in the fish-path in the Kalix River during the recent days.
– Shit, I comment without even saying hello. That’s some big fishes.
Ronny hums as a response without taking his eyes off the screen. Erling, who is in charge of the fish-path project, says nothing. Minutes pass. The screen spellbinds us. One after the other large salmon is scrolled by.
– The largest one, I say, and clear my throat. How big?