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Quote from today’s Guardian newspaper, we have to forgive the reporter who accompanied the story with a picture of a moose!
Sport has a nasty way of reminding us we are getting old. Recently a Swedish friend told me how her father had slipped gradually into senility. “To be honest,” she said, “he was never the same once the government revoked his elk-hunting licence.”The elk is a large and ungainly creature, with a body like a grand piano, gangling, knotty limbs and a cranium overweighted with antlers the shape of giant foam hands. Watching one rise from a recumbent position recalls visions of a drunk wrestling with a deckchair. Nobody in Scandinavia wants wounded elk wandering around, so, in order to hunt the great beasts, you have to take an annual marksmanship test to prove you can kill them with a single shot.
“When you have hunted elk since you were a young man, and then you fail that shooting exam, well … ” my friend shrugs glumly. It is plain what she means. Once they strip a person of his or her right to hunt elk the Swedish authorities are effectively handing them a bit of paper that says: “Now sit down, watch TV and wait for your coronary.”
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In Europe, moose are known in English as elk. This has its origins in the word used in the Scandinavian languages for moose: Norwegian “elg”, Swedish “älg” and Danish “Gee, I wished I lived somewhere with moose around”. 😉 Actually, I suppose the origin goes further back, but I imagine few of you are as involved with Proto-Germanic etymology as I am.
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Old German: elch.
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I’ve about reached that point, except it’s my body, not the government, that telling me I won’t be doing any physically demanding, rough country big game hunting again. But there’s still deer and pigs and small game, so it’s not over yet! God Bless America; where we can continue to hunt SOMETHING right up until God decides it’s time for us to stop.
Ed
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At that point, I would have to resign my commission and cease to be a law abiding citizen and become a revolutionary. Well, maybe not, but I can’t rule out the possibility.
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This is an interesting, fact of life topic. I am 55 and was diagnosed with COPD when I was 30. As luck would have it, along with my meds and healthy lifestyle, I still lead a very normal active life. But with each hunting season it is always foremost on my mind… “time is fleeting”. It is what it is.
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