Great images of my childhood are appearing on-line from an unexpected source. My dear Connecticut nanny Lynn Leavey is scanning choice pix from her time with us in Sweden in 1978-79.
Here's my India-goin', safety-match-pushin', ABBA-accountin' grampa Ingemar with a big fish and three small boys on the shore of Lake Lillsjön in Kungsängen west of Stockholm. If I recall correctly, the monster pike weighed 8.3 kg, and I still haven't seen a larger one get caught. Ingemar took it with his favourite method, dragrodd, where you trail a wobbler lure after your boat and row along the edge of the reeds.
Us boys, being after all the fruit of grampa's loins, are all >6' tall now. When I showed the picture to my daughter she confidently identified me as her 10-y-o brother, but didn't recognise uncle Adam or cousin Carl.
dragrodd
I think that's "trolling" in English.
I suppose that is my old friend Adam there on the right?
Trin, yeah, though trolling tends to suggest a motor.
Marcis, true.