Uncle Henry´s Universe.

Uncle Henry´s Universe.

About the blog

I have no heavy training... Barely Elementary School. Preferred the wilderness, it became my university, but I got muddy boots and experience instead of School knowledge so my English was therefore quite inadequate. This blog is a project to improve my skills in English language.

We all have our own universe, welcome to visit mine.

Wolf Pups.

WolfPosted by Uncle Henry Sat, June 11, 2016 16:57:02

This time of year, nature is like one big nursery. It is a lovely time to gently roam around. Listening and watching, with all senses open to impressions.

At one point during the nineties, in the middle of June, I ended up by chance only a few meters from two wolf pups. They were quite busy, playing with a bone from a moose calf, the adult wolves left with them. They quarreled almost silently and very gently, the only sound that could be heard was a little panting breathing and occasional, puffing snort sound.

One of the puppies discovers me almost immediately and sneak away, the other continues energetically its struggle with the bone. It pries and hauls snorts and puffs but barely manage to dislodge the bone without the other's help.

It tire of after a period of struggle and put a sudden course straight toward me. Detects me; at first frightened, then curious. Thinking whether I’m friend or foe, and then strolling slowly away after the sibling who had disappeared under a dense spruce.

… Yet still unaware that within a few months it turns into a bloodthirsty beast; hated and persecuted by humanity.

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Continued tracking!

WolfPosted by Uncle Henry Wed, February 24, 2016 21:46:29

It was a gorgeous day in the wolves' tracks, with continued course straight into Norway. I became more and more convinced that it was the Gräsmark couple I followed, but the response in the form of droppings and urine was not found until late in the day. (And the test results come first in a week or two.)
They crossed each lake or river they encountered, and I had to go around according to the safety rules that we have, and which I support with all my heart. The ice is very sneaky this winter, so I do not take risks.

Even today I found a moose killed by wolves and it was also completely eaten. It was an old moose with much worn teeth. The front teeth in the lower jaw were worse than I've ever seen before.

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Tracking abroad!

WolfPosted by Uncle Henry Mon, February 22, 2016 22:27:05
Wolf pack territory changed between years and overlap at times. When last year I thought I tracked the Kerto pack, DNA analysis showed that it was the Gräsmark pack. In January this year, I once again tracked in exactly the same place, and I thought it was Gräsmark ... But it was Kerto! Today I tracked again, in the same place as before, and that should reasonably be Kerto because they ate of the moose they killed in January ... but the tracking went to our neighboring country, Norway… And that is Gräsmark territory. Perhaps I will get answer during tomorrow's tracking.

When the wolves cross the watercourses I have to take me around in some other way. It often makes the walk twice as long. Tracked down to the river and went back the same way, then took the car via Norway into Sweden again, and continued to track when the tracks were found. Wolves do not care for cold water. Wolf trackers do.

There is not much left of the moose calf that wolves killed in late January. Hungry wolves, red foxes, raven and one or two golden eagle has had a feast. Voles, mice and small birds continue partying, and thereafter hand over to insects and even smaller organisms, the natural cycle.

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A day's work.

WolfPosted by Uncle Henry Sat, February 06, 2016 10:51:35

Early morning in the tracks of two wolves that made a short visit to the village, frightened a horse to panic, and created hot topic to discuss while visiting the villages only general store. I follow the tracks down to the lake, where the wolves have been hunting roe deer in the grove surrounding the changing cabin, at the local beach.

Then we returned to the mountains. Raven calls out, there is a moose killed by wolves somewhere in the dense forest around me, but I find it not. The tracks carry on and I follow, always looking for pee and poo. (DNA - samples that hopefully makes tracking valuable for our work)

Lunch on a stump with a view of the landscape, sunshine and a few degrees, it starts to feel like spring already. A black tit singing eagerly from the top of a fir tree, as a non-lubricated sewing machine ", sittju-sittju-sittju-sittju".

The light begins to return, working days become longer. At dusk, another wolf pair walking along a river, sometimes eerily close to the fragile ice edge. You need to be vigilant, but it is also part of the job, to assess the risks related to different types of terrain and circumstances.

I found both pee and poo during the tracking. It was a good day.

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Track Story.

WolfPosted by Uncle Henry Wed, January 27, 2016 16:54:21

The track tells; that alpha male and alpha female frequently urine marks together in the same place and both with lifting legs, and in this case that tracker preparing samples for the DNA analysis.

The track tells; that other, low ranking members of the family urinating in a squatting position. Anatomy Knowledge need not be particularly impressive to see if it´s a male or female that eased the pressure.

The track tells; that an old root cellar can give a little warmth and security for some scabies infested young wolves during the coldest period so far this winter.

The track tells; that even a wolf weighs lighter than that chubby tracker!

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Winter season!

WolfPosted by Uncle Henry Sun, January 17, 2016 10:53:40

This Week wolf tracking has been done in about 20 degrees below zero and with snow to the knees. Now is the winter for real. It´s demanding but beautiful, the job is not so bad right now!

When the snow is deep and loose, moves the wolves in the same manner as the lynx. They usually go where it is least snow, through the bushes and under dense trees. That is when the tracker's main equipment is a proper hood!

If you do not have a hood, you have to tighten your belt, then the snow will at least do not extend below the lower back ... smiley

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Christmas in wolf country.

WolfPosted by Uncle Henry Sat, December 20, 2014 12:04:59

The last working day was evocative. Not only for Christmas and New Year's leave is waiting with lazy days into the sofa, but perhaps mostly because I track four wolves through a seductively beautiful pine forest where fresh snow attached to the trunks of the strong wind.

The work will be extra challenging and stimulating when tracking conditions are difficult, when you get to use all the knowledge and experience that the years given, to follow the pack in the grooves. Blueberry bushes wearing less snow where the wolves went before the recent snowfall.

Despite 5 cm of fresh snow that fell during the night are the traces of wolves that went here two days ago yet easy to follow. (At least here, in the easiest parts ;-)

At the river, it stops for this year. The wolves have waded across, but I think that's enough for me today. Now is the time to take time off over Christmas and New Year.

On the riverbank do I find a previously dialed prey, a young bull moose. The wolves have investigated whether there is anything more to eat but everything seems consumed. However, I am convinced that the pack got more food, a Christmas Moose to revel on weekends to come.

During the trip home, I suddenly see a wolf. It jumps down on the road ahead, look at me, shouts something and then disappears into the forest again. I thought it shouting something about Merry Christmas but I might just imagining, perhaps it was instead something that, Dammit, there is that madman again ... no, I choose probably the Christmas message.

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Fluff brain!

WolfPosted by Uncle Henry Wed, December 10, 2014 09:54:02

Hello fluff brain, I´m here!

I got some quality time with our local wolf pack yesterday. Lovely! It is important to take the opportunity, in early January begins the hunt and this flock is one of four that will be pushed away.

I track at least 5 wolves, one set of parents and their puppies. There is much playing along the tracks. (We always track in the reverse direction, to see what they have done in recent days) My job right now is to collect samples of urine and droppings for DNA analysis, it is important that the hunt takes place at the right individuals because we have high inbreeding in our wolf population.

First, I discover a wolf tail wagging, it pops up occasionally between some small trees, a moment later, I see the whole wolf. It is a young wolf hunting voles. It is so preoccupied with the pursuit that it does not notice my presence. (Youth, parents free and out on their own adventure)

Always wonderful to observe nature at close range, get to fuse with the surroundings, become a stump for a few hours, just to be a moment in time. Wolf concludes his hunting, studying the surroundings, vents in the attic, rest for a while, walking around and seem bored, eat a little bit of a moose calf that flock killed two days ago. (Moose cow is still attracting it, I hear her several times during the day)

It is not until the wolf leave the place and trudge off through the woods that I dare to move. Infinite frozen with aching joints, it was 13 degrees below zero yesterday, but happy. I like wolves.

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One in the pack!

WolfPosted by Uncle Henry Wed, November 05, 2014 23:38:50

I guess I'm somewhat of a lone wolf. Listening, observing and pondering over the order of things. I have over the years spent long periods alone in the wilderness, by the campfire, or in the endless book of tracks and characters that always surrounds us. Perhaps I have become wiser, or maybe it's the other way around so that I understand even less than I did before. Most of it is simple and obvious, yet so incredibly complicated.

When I started working with wolves in the mid-eighties, we estimated that there were three individuals in Scandinavia. Today, we believe that there are about four hundred. The work of ensure an endangered species now turn to management. There is talk of extensive hunting of wolves, maybe already this winter. I'm ambivalent, not entirely comfortable with the idea; it will probably take some time to get used to.

Hundreds of wolf meetings have given me endless joy, some more amazing than others. Like when I encounter a wolf pack in heavy snowfall, with course straight towards me. I stand stiff as a statue, waiting for a big rock to hide me from the wolves. When that happens I lie flat in the snow and trying to look like a stump or something. It works well, almost too well. I allow myself to snow over and end up next to a resting wolf pack. For almost two hours!

I freeze like a dog but force the body to endure the cold. The reward becomes a variety of observations of social behavior among young wolves and alpha female. Bickering around an old blade-bone, affectionate play and, not least, my own sense of almost being one of the gang.

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WolfPosted by Uncle Henry Tue, December 10, 2013 22:57:05

In three days I have lagged on my Nikon D600. Three days in difficult terrain, with demanding tracking and the savage at times bad weather. Snow and moisture on all equipment and not a single photo has been taken! So this morning I decided to leave the camera at home ... And we joked that I would surely get to experience things that I dreamed of to shoot. I agonized ahead of the decision. The wife came with the brilliant idea of that such an event is no failure, it could always be a blog post out of it!

So dear friends, here's the story; Suddenly, I froze at the stage when I realized it was a wolf asleep in front of me ... I was standing on top of a pointed stone and slid all the time with my feet in the snow. The wolf slept very deeply. Sometimes it stretched on like a cat, it seemed to feel really good. I sent a thought to my Nikon D600 that can be focused manually, is very bright and a wonderful camera ...

I managed to quietly take off my backpack and clamp it down in the snow next to my sliding feet’s. The wolf raised his head and listened in my direction, lifted his nose and sniffed but found nothing suspicious, and then fell asleep again. Got slowly and carefully up the pocket camera and took some pictures through the brushwood forest. The distance to the wolf was barely 70 meters.

After 5 minutes of balancing, I slipped to the stone whereupon the wolf immediately woke up. It looked at me for a few seconds and then slid down into the snow and disappeared among the bushes.

On several occasions during the day, I heard the wolves howling around me, I understood that they were close because the concert was deafening, but thought they had left the area when I was on my way home. I do not need to mention that I was not the least bit scared when I saw the bloodthirsty beast straight in the eye.

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