But Flynn, a member of NunatuKavut and of settler ancestry, spent much of his time as a child lying on the ice, peering down the hole hoping to see a trout bite the hook. It was a terrible way to catch fish, Flynn notes, and a great way to get cold and wet. At the end of the day, Flynn and his dad would bring their catch to his grandparents’ house. His grandmother would prepare the fish for dinner and visitors to the house would go home with gifts of trout.