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Hunter's Path XVI

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Simon’s wife Selena interviewing<br />

the hunters.<br />

needed sustenance. Over lunch, Lars<br />

explained that bear meat is dense and dark<br />

and best slow-cooked in chocolate. With<br />

just a few months until Christmas, Selena<br />

and I decided to surprise family back home<br />

with a less-than-traditional meal this year<br />

– if our hunt turned out successful. Still no<br />

bear spotted, but we were far from downbeat.<br />

That afternoon we met up with the<br />

other guides to exchange information. Today<br />

marked a significant leap forward in our<br />

search – Mattias had spotted what looked<br />

like a lone bear a few miles away, plus he’d<br />

found two paw impressions in some soft<br />

mud nearby. He reckoned they were just<br />

a couple of hours old. Measuring seven<br />

inches, Markus estimated the bear to weigh<br />

at least two hundred kilograms. If you’re<br />

after a truly heart-pounding hunt, then<br />

enter bear territory. All sorts of thoughts<br />

were now rushing through my mind. An<br />

involuntary physiological reaction of ‘fight<br />

or flight’ hormones coursed through my<br />

body. There is an apex predator in the local<br />

vicinity. Is it watching me right now? Am<br />

I its prey for today? Suddenly the atmosphere<br />

between the guides changed from<br />

jovial to extremely focused.<br />

We continued trekking in the direction<br />

of the paw prints, with the leashed<br />

dogs’ noses pointing the way forward. We<br />

walked quickly to try to catch up with the<br />

bear. Hopefully it was resting under a tree<br />

after feeding all day. Sadly we found no<br />

other sign and the trail eventually went<br />

cold as darkness fell, with the dogs circling<br />

the last spot of scent. We trekked home in<br />

the pitch dark in silence. The disappointment<br />

was immense.<br />

Back at camp, our steaming wet socks<br />

were drying on the rail high above the log<br />

burner, as we huddled around the heat<br />

source to devour our evening meal. With<br />

just five full days of hunting, we were fearful<br />

that we might not be successful. “If we<br />

return home empty-handed, then this trip<br />

just becomes part one of our journey to<br />

harvest a bear,” Selena reminded me before<br />

quoting the well-known adage: “The best<br />

hunter in the world will not do half so well<br />

as the luckiest hunter in the world.”<br />

Sadly that was to be our only encounter.<br />

Hunting is all about highs and lows,<br />

and this particular trip was certainly one to<br />

remember. Investing in a failed hunt only<br />

adds to the satisfaction of success in the<br />

future. My friends will tell you that I am<br />

rarely lost for words, but this bear hunt left<br />

me dumb. I make my living as a wordsmith<br />

but I will have to consult a thesaurus to find<br />

sufficient superlatives to describe just how<br />

unique it is to hunt in Jämtland. •<br />

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