Moose Hunting Season
We are at the season when wild eye men (mostly men but I have seem a few wild eye women also) haul some temporary shelter and lots of beer up into the bush for the annual hunt for the noble moose.
In our area, area 41 (not Area 51 that is that not so secret military base in the US)
the season runs from October 10 to November 15. We will be seeing swarming all around, often just hunting from the comfort of the cab of their trucks, the men in hunter orange vests, camoflage costumes clinging to their big weapons.
I am not a big fan of the moose hunt, (I guess you figured that out by now.) But it is part of the culture here. And many hunters, both local and from far way who feel the blood lust rising in their souls which they have managed to supress for a year, show up and take to the bush.
The Yanks are in town. You can spot them they have the bigger late model trucks and enough gear to go and fight in Afghanistan. They also are eager to drink long and deep lots of Canadian beer, so much better they tell me than the American swill.
I offer no protest for it would serve no end. No one would understand. Real men hunt. That is what they do. I try not to let anyone know I don't even own a gun.
When I had cattle, I moved them close to home so that some hunter would not mistake them for a moose or decide after an unsuccessful hunt they were not going home empty handed.
Few people hunt to sustain themselves. No longer are their poor families around with 12 to 20 children, for whom a large moose would make a difference. The pursuit is for trophies, the satisfaction of killing something and an excuse to bond with you buddies over several cases of beer swapping lies of previous hunts and conquests over women. (I am also not fond of men in groups.)
Native hunters seem to go about the hunt with less blood lust, more care and a respect for the beast that is being sacrificed so they may live. Sacred tobacco is burned and a prayer to the Great Spirit offered, so that the brother moose willingly gives up his life.
Some hunters who don't want to share in the riggeur of camping out in the bush stay in local lodges and go out on day trips, if the weather is not too wet snowy and cold (wimps). Camp Horizon is the closest lodge to here. They are nice folk who I happen to know as I officiated at the memorial service of a friend and I officiated at their daughter's wedding. Like all lodges it is a difficult living requiring offering year round services for families, fishermen and hunters.
Here below is a video of moose hunting in Newfoundland. Singing is that famous Newfie group,
"Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellas". For those who are unfamiliar with moose, the largest of the deer family, this video has lots of images of them. Also the song is a celebration of the culture of moose hunting. The moose is not native to Newfoundland. They were introduced there and with few predators, other than the drunken hunters, they have fourished and even become a problem.
For your wonderment is a video of " un orignal " (moose) which was raised and domesticated by a family in Quebec. It is against the law in Ontario to keep and domesticate a wild animal. Years ago, it wasn't and so a soldier from Winnipeg, Manitoba, passing through White River, Ontario, captured a black bear cub and took it to Britain with him. It became the famous Winney, the Pooh.
This video makes me think of my living with a large dog, Heidi, the Great Dane and the issues of sharing space with her. Having a moose in the house is a Great Dane times 10.
The moose is the most dangerous animal in the forest. They wolves are dreadfully shy and black bears are quite mild mannered. The moose are hunted during the rut and they are "called" out of the bush by men pretending to be a potential mate. Man and moose contacts can be interesting and dangerous. Most often the moose loses but occasionally the hunter or his truck pay the price. Also, the number of people killed each year when moose collide with vehicles is quite large compared to those killed by any other animal in the bush.
The Ignoble end to one of Nature's magnificent beasts.