Hello there ladies and chaps!ย I already said good bye to short and warm Finnish summer, but just spent a few really sunny days in a forest. I took my recurve bow and shotgun with me, slept under my lean-to, goggled some northern lights, and, of course, searched grouses! I also dragged a rolled foam bed next to my camp for practicing my archery skills on it. I’m already able to shoot pretty nicely in (short) shotgun ranges, but slightly missed a hazel grouse three times and lost/broke the arrows ๐ Well, those shots needed to be shotted to have the first experiences on bow hunting. I learned that there is no need to hassle more than with a rifle for example. Just lure the hazel grouse close, wait until it hides behind a tree for example, then briskly raise and draw your bow. Like always, the hazel grouse will soon pop out from its hide, and they will give enough time to “aim” and shoot. And they do not have the ability to see through obstacles, as usual, so nothing to be afraid of even with a bow ๐ Anyhow, I changed my bow to shotgun, and almost instantly got three other hazel grouses which I fried in a panย ๐ I also saw one black grouse and wood pigeon, but wasn’t able to catch them. I also waited many nights and mornings and tried to hear wood grouses raising on their sleeping pines or breakfestย aspens, but without luck. I wonder, where are all those big black birds gone?
I also scouted new, unkonwn forests and find some interesting cliffs which I explored like Indiana Jones ๐ I found some interesting “sculptures”, definitely made by human beings, but they are not likely ancient. Furthermore, after one morning trip I took a nap and saw a pretty interesting dream! I woke up in my lean-to, heated by the sun, and watched the glowing green ceiling. I had a sleep paralysis, not the first time in my life,ย and wasn’t able to move myself. Iย was somewhat awake, but my awareness was mixed with the sounds of strange, ancient, moose like animals I hallucinated, walking just outside my lean-to! It was super exciting experience as I felt I can almost see their shadows on the surrounding green fabrics! Oh boy. Then, after a while, the animals walked away and I didn’t hear them anymore, and I slowly managed to move myself again. It was as an exciting, but not as scaryย dream like the one in which I was almost being attacked by a bear. Oh, and one evening I was drinking and taking sauna with a couple of hunting club members inย our cottage. I had a slight hangover during the next day, but this happened after the dream ๐
Well, let the photos speak more for themselves. The photos are, again, in somewhat random order, because it is a hell of a job to arrange them in chronological order in WP! Anyhow, enjoy!
Only the first day was misty.
Here is my lean-to, recurve bow, and the shooting range behind the camp ๐
Approximately three arrows out of four are flying tightly in the target like seen in this photo. Though, the distance is only 10 meters, but quite normal when shooting a hazel grouse. However, I need to practice a lot of more, as I’m still too excited when a bird is close and I miss them ๐
Ready for the northern lights ๐
Not quite the shadow I was talking about ๐
There is the stone bird, one of the “sculptures” I talked about, next to a steep cliff. I wonder, who made it there and when.
A moose highway.
Time to keep a break and drink some coffee ๐
The teeth of a mountain gnome.
This is also a pretty odd thing. Like those round rocks are masoned inside the cliff. Though, I think they are the rocks of an ancient ocean bottom, which were buried under petrifying mud.
So many interesting holes and stages! I bet some ancient human being have also wondered these cliffs as I do.
Suddendly, when I was walking above the cliff, I heard a hazel grouse whistling. I lured it into my sight and shot it.
This is the sight I saw, the bird is lying down there. For a while, it disappeared behind the edge you see, but I just raised my gun to my shoulder and take one side step to see the bird again.
The last sight the grouse saw. I was standing over that cliff.
One evening I was waiting wood grouses under these great aspens, but did not hear anything. After the night fell down, I went back to my camp.
Huh, another sunny day in September! I needed to dip myself into that cool, shining lake ๐
Oh, a tarry stump, nice!
After a couple of hits with an axe one can smell the gasoline of Tapio ๐
The calm kingdom of wood grouse. It is impossible to capture theย beauty of a boreal forest in a photo. So relaxing to be there ๐
Another cool lake decorated by the glitter of Mother Nature ๐
What a heck is that ๐
Another hazel grouse I found guarding its territory on a sunny cliff.
The third hazel grouse who lived deeper in dark forest.
Another pink morning.
Soon the pink morning turned into pink evening.
The nights under northern lights were not bad either ๐
The shiny Linnunrata, or Milky way in English. Linnunrata translates into English like “the track of a bird”.
Once I tried to call boreal and pygmy owls to my camp, but only managed to image this woodcock flying by, along the Linnunrata ๐ I heard the owls signing nearby though ๐
It’s time to light a fire.
Damn, this is the way I like my hazel grouses, fried in sweet cognac! ๐
Another colorful morning.
Someone did not have as clear morning as I did ๐
Hey there little fellow, where are you going? You had a long travel my friend ๐
“Bye!” said the woodpecker :>