Given the number of posts by people either going to or interested in going to Sweden to hunt, I thought I'd finally get round to putting up some pictures from the trip that Gadget and I made with our buddy 'Irish Dom' in October. I've already posted some stuff about the trip but thought the pictures might need a bit more blurb. Hopefully the photos look OK, as I'm no photographer!
We were over there as guests of Pontus Westergren and Per Martin Kling, following their visit over here last spring to stalk Muntjac, lamp a few foxes and experience the excellent sport of driven rabbits (they don't seem to have ferrets in Sweden!).
Martin is a fanatic boar hunter and is going to be offering moose and boar hunting for paying guests on the vast expanses of forest he has access to in the smorland region of southern Sweden, so we went along to give him our entirely inexpert advice and generally cause havoc in the otherwise well-organised Swedish hunting season.
Pontus is a old friend of Martin's and is generally noted for his permanent woman trouble, the fact that he is a former boyfriend of the Princess of Sweden, and his wearing of leather trousers. The leather trousers led to him being called Poca-Pontus by the UK contingent, later changed to Poca-princess once Martin's mother (our brilliant hostess and chef for the duration of or stay) had divulged that little nugget from P's history.
While we were there, we took part in the local community Moose hunts, but rather than stay on the stands with the other guns, we opted to walk with the dogs so that we had a chance of shooting boar too.
This was excellent but absolutely knackering - the terrain is heavily forested and made up of vast boulders, birch trees and lots of water... The dogs (Russian Laikas and a breed called, I think, something like 'Vissel') are kitted out with GPS rigs and boar jackets - they cover huge distances, working the wind and driving game towards the guns (other than boar, which they pin down, with lots of noise, until one of the walking guns gets there to shoot it or stick it).
G, having the luck of the devil, pulled off the impossible and took a young bull moose in the 1st hour of the 1st day's hunt!
It kind of puts Roe sacks and deer sleds into perspective when you have to wait for a bloke with a earth mover to trundle into the forest to pick up your kill - this was only a baby at a mere 200kg+. The gralloch was impressive as the heart was the size of a man's head! These pictures from the larder give you some sense of the size of papa Moose, shot by Martin the week before:
Last of all, if you think filling your pheasant feeders is a chore, try one of these 'pig-sized' numbers:
I think Ikea may have missed a trick here, with this little gem of Swedish interior design...