Man against nature.

So for all you out there that don't understand the official language of the kingdom of Sweden I will post this one in English. So here it goes.

Four weeks ago I was off work for a week to go moose hunting in my home village of Höljes. I know that I just posted a hunting story but I guess I don't have that much of an imagination when it comes to subjects (there of the low number of posts). Well anyway her it goes.

To get in the right spirit I started my morning routine by listening to Metallicas "Seek and Destroy" from the album "Kill Em All" and exchanged my shaving balm for gun oil. Its actually great for every all kinds of blemishes or dry skin, don't be afraid to try it out, I back it a 100%. Yes this year I was hell-bent on shooting something. Just anything I could get a bullet through would do for me. Moose, deer, rabbit, unicorn or what ever would do just fine.

A moose is the of the most dangerous animal we got in Sweden so you got to be very careful, as every year quite a few people are killed but the dreaded moose. Not that it's the mosses fault altogether (the ones driving the car also have to watch the speedometer and keep his/her eyes on the side of the road). Well I started out on Monday by nearly shooting a baby but it was just not right so I held back as I didn’t want to just injure it (as I said before, I was going for the kill).
To prep myself for the next day I needed to drink my sorrows away for not getting to do any killing, I went to the local pub/guesthouse an had a couple of beers with a friend and his ex.

Going up at six in the morning is not that much fun usually but with the prospect of shooting a moose and turn it into meatballs made me jump out of bed with the speed of a bullet. On the second shift of the day I was sitting in a small opening in some old forest when I started hearing branches breaking in front of me. I got up from the backpacks seat to be able to swing around fast in the small opening. A moose suddenly stuck its head out from the trees infront of me just about 10 meters away and stared at me. It stood still for a couple of seconds before changing direction and slowly running away, As it came out from the trees I could see that is was a female and then that she also had a calf with here. I lifted to shot but they were top close together, I waited and then they stooped for a moment about50 meters away.

Bang! The blast roared in the forest and the calf took a bit of a tumbler but stayed on its feet, the mother moose ran off but the calf ran the other way, (that did not stick together was a good sign that the calf was hurt really bad). One of the hunting-dogs appeared and followed the tracks of the calf and soon stared grunting. I went after it and just behind a couple of threes the calf laid dead with the dog on it pulling hair from the calf.

Now that is what I call manhood, killing babies is the best, you should try it to.

Now I’m off to take a bath in gun grease.
Later.