Elgjakt

Rano nas s Atlem vyzdvihli spoluziacka Guro so strykom Korem. Po asi 15minutovej jazde sme zastali na mieste stretnutia polovnikov. Boli sme asi 13, z toho 8 polovnikov. Ja som sa s Atlem pridal ku Gurovemu ( toto sa vazne neda sklonovat poriadne, ci co sa s tym robi :-D ) druhemu strykovi Knutovi. Vsetci polovnici uz boli dost skuseni, zaoberaju sa tym uz od malicka. Clovek musi mat 14, aby mohol polovat na vtaky a od 16 moze uz aj na sobov a vacsiu zver. Tak sa vsetci polovnici rozmiestnili v jednej oblasti na rozne stanoviska a cakali, ci pes nieco zanucha a zacne nahanat nejakeho soba. Po asi hodine a pol sedenia v mrazivom rane sa nic neudialo, a tak sme sa pobrali na ine miesto. Esteze som bol dobre naobliekany, lebo velmi teplo nebolo. Na druhom mieste sme opat stravili asi hodinu a jedine zaujimave co sa udialo bolo, ze som sa naucil ako sa povie vevericka a siska po norsky. Tak sme sa pobrali so vsetkymi ostatnymi trocha sa ohriat pri ohni. Po asi polhodinovej pauze sme sli na dalsie stanovisko. Po polhodine sme z dialky poculi vystrel. Ked sme tam dorazili, bol uz maly sob pekne vypitvany. Tak sme ho nalozili do vlecky a odviezli na farmu, kde byva Knut. Z tadial sme pokracovali poriadne do kopca. Ten povrch v lese je velmi zaujimavy, lebo vsetko je porastene machom a kermi, takze chodis po takom koberceku:-) Z vrchu sme mali krasny vyhlad do doliny a na planinu pod nami. Po chvile sme poculi vystrel a zachvilu dalsie tri. Neviem co tolko strielali, lebo dole bol zastreleny iba jeden maly sob. Tak aj ten sa vypitval, nalozil a odviezol. Nie je to velmi prijemny pohlad, ale vegetarian sa zo mna aj tak nestane :-) Na farme oboch malych sobov stahovali z koze, upilovali hlavy a nohy a potom povesili na hak. Masko vyzera byt dobre. Toto bol dost krvavy den.

In the morning we were picked up by my classmate Guro and her oncle Kore. After 15 minutes of ride we arrived at the meeting point. There were maybe 15 persons - 8 of them hunters. Me and Atle went with Guro's second oncle Knut. Every hunter was experienced, they start hunting when they are children. But you have to be 14 to shoot birds and at least 16 to shoot mooses. All hunters spread themselves in one area and waited for the dog's barking. After one hour of sitting in the cold morning nothing happened and we moved to the next area. The only interesting thing that happened was the fact, that I learned how to say squirrel in Norwegian. After hour and a half we gathered ourselves by the campfire for a lunch break. After that we moved to the next place. After a few minutes we heard a shot. When we came there we found a small moose. The hunters have alredy taken out the liver, guts and everything. So we loaded it into a trailer and drove to the farm, where Knut lives. Then we resumed hunting. We went steeply up the hill and were rewarded by a magnificient view. After a while we heard one shot and then next three ones. But when we got down, there was only one small moose. So we did the same with this one. on the farm the skin was taken of them, legs and head was cut off and they were hung on the ceiling. The meat looks to be quite tasty. But it was not a very nice view. This was a day full of blood.