No fishporn – just impressions
Exploring new fishgrounds is always something extraordinary especially when one already knows that it’s going to be better than everything before.
The Kaitum has been our first – let me call it that – high class river! After having fished quite a lot of pretty but not more than average waters we were looking for a place with some sort of illustriousness to it. When we first started searching the internet the only thing we knew was that our destination was to be Sweden and as far to the north as possible. As everybody knows, swedish people aren’t into giving away their favorite fishing spots but reading about Tjirjam and other parts of the river have been enough for us to make our decision. So we got in touch with a helicopter company, fixed all dates and began the struggle to save some money for the trip.
Saving every penny dominated our lives nearly half a year and while our anticipation grew, other problems appeared. What are we going to eat? We can’t just count on fish we catch and we won’t see a supermarket for at least sixteen days… The first thing which popped into our minds was porridge. So we calculated 3 kg to be enough and bought some dried milk powder to have the breakfast problem solved. Our next discovery was ready to use mashed potato powder (ready to cook without adding milk). To add some flavor we bought half a kilogram of dried onions and then proceeded buying food in some kind of dried food craze… couscous, rice, noodles, dried mushrooms, dried vegetables, dried tomatoes, dried garlic, dried fruit, nuts and other dry and light delicacies completed our menu. We even took flour with us to have the possibility of baking bread during the descent (it would turn out not having been our best idea).
The next problem turned up in storing all our crap in the boat, which we were going to rent for the trip. We spent hours discussing the pros and cons of different pack sacks, backpacks and water-resistant barrels.
And then the really difficult questions… how many bottles of liquor could we take with us and how much tobacco will we need.
When we finally sat in our car riding up north we were still discussing the use of some parts of our equipment but basically we were quite unanimous about it. I won’t bore you with stories about our long journey but 2400 kilometers later we arrived in Kiruna, one of the biggest cities in swedish Lapland. The day after, we found ourselves sitting in a helicopter flying over one of the most breathtaking landscapes I have ever seen. And after quite a short time, which felt like not having been more than five minutes, we touched down at Tjirjam, welcomed by an elk cow and her calf. Three minutes later we were left in the calm silence of the mountains, just sitting there recovering our minds, to finally realize that we have arrived in the land of our dreams.