My Northern Home

Tuntsa - Naruska When I was invited to the big adventure like this, I didn't hesitate. I said yes, on the middle of the invitation. 6 days In the middle of the real wilderness Hiking and hunting The plan was to hike about 20 km per day. Sleep at the wilderness and rental huts. At the day time travel independently  and meet my adventure companion in the evening at the next hut. Perfect! The first day brought me back to the ground quite nicely. I read the map wrongly and got lost on the first kilometres. After finding to the correct meeting point, where my mentor had waited for me for one and half hours, he suggested, that rest of the day I could walk on the market hiking trail. I was so ashamed, but I felt I totally deserved it. So rest of the 13 km I walked to the trail, which turned out to be quite good choice. Walking 20 km, with a heavy back bag and heavy shotgun, wasn't easy. I realized that I had been on this kind of hike last time few years ago on my Camino. When I had st...

The waterfowl season started on Tuesday at twelve a'clock. In the fowl hunting community this is called "the start". All the village hunters gather to the common hunting lake. They all have their own spot, where they come every season. They set up their camouflage and sit to wait. At twelve a'clock everybody is exited. Who will shoot the first shot and start the season. This year I had the privilege to come with and experience this tradition. I have never  before been on a hunt. I come from academic family, so there has been no hunters around me, when I was young. Here in Lapland it seems that every other person hunt. And hunting is pacing the seasons. I'm kinda jealous to the northern children, who's grandfather has been taking them to hunt or past his knowledge to them. Although I was so scared of everything as a child, that I would had probably said "no" and cryed if someone would had tried to hand me a gun. T...