In terms of fish and bugs, I can therefore pull from my disjointed repository on how to fly fish up-and-over here (I guess just over for Oliver).
I have had the urge for a few weeks, but no vehicle prohibited anything overly ambitious. I settled for carpooling to a stocked lake just east of Uppsala and renting a row boat. I grew violently ill from this faux fly fishing expedition (could also have been the snus). Something had to give. What did I do, you, the faithful SS&S readership, asks? I will tell you what I did:
I bought a fucking Volvo.
No need for a photo. It gets us from A to B aka home to the river. But seriously, Kim and I felt this was a good investment if we wanted to properly tour Sweden and the surrounding countries. Plus it is a Volvo.
While Kim was away in Italy, I decided to head northwest to see what I could find. I ended up here:
I settled on the municipality of Alvdalen, which translated means river valley. Seeing that all of us contributors (I apologize to the excluded SS&S readership) honed our research skills at the U of A, I was aptly prepared to find fish in this foreign land (google: fly fishing + Sweden). I did ask around at the fly shop, but in somewhat typical Swede fashion, I got only uninformative one liners from the guy at the desk.
I did, however, have a few destinations in mind - x marks the spot:
Night one I polished off two indian packs, a bottle of port, and slept with no fly on the tent.
Oh wait, there is the Volvo
Swedish infrastructure is incredible: you go from pristine roads to one-lane (40 km) groomed gravel roads - in the middle of a forest - that meet up with another maintained two lane gravel road which in another 30 km leads you to a good asphalt road. These seem to zig zag across the country and I only passed a handful of cars.
I won't even try to describe this landscape. Just come see it for yourself.
But back to the fish. The intraweb told me tales of grayling and browns, but all I landed were some variety of whitefish (D ID?)
Sweden is in a serious drought right now and water levels are very low - I suspect this is why I only got these guys + I have no clue how to fish for browns. But regardless, it was a fun two days of fishing with enough action (and snus) to keep you on the water for 8 hours at a time.
We plan to head 200 km further north with Joe and Lani (mid august), if not sooner.
Sorry about the photos, I only have my shitty IPhone at the moment, and you know what they say about IPhone cameras...