Uncle Henry´s Universe.

Uncle Henry´s Universe.

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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.

Winterdance

Everyday lifePosted by Uncle Henry Tue, April 07, 2015 17:20:55

I have just read Winterdance by Gary Paulsen and am still a bit overwhelmed. He is a very entertaining writer and it feels immediately as if we were soul mates. He does not like moose, and I understand him. American moose seem to be seven times worse than our Swedish.

The story about his apprenticeship period with the new dogs, the dogs from hell, was incredibly funny and reminded me of my time as a horse coachman in forest work. The timber was heavy and the horse did not have the same understanding of how the work would be carried out, as I had. It hurt both body and soul. Learning time is often quite painful.

Iditarod race is probably not for me, seems to be terribly demanding, but it was an amazing trip to read about. Read it!

During the time that I read often returned the memory of an old workmate, Grizzly, a stunning mix between Greenland dog and an unusually large German shepherd. He became an outstanding friend and companion during ten working seasons in the wilderness. 55 kg muscles in a sweet little doggy.

He tracked better than me, especially on bare ground. He worked very methodically, from footprint to footprint. He was a nature lover with a very big heart and even tried to spend time with an adult male lynx. (Holy shit what angry it became!) It went better with wolves, them he was dancing with a few times. He was pretty hungry and got a very special look when he saw squirrels or reindeer, the same big wet eyes that I get when mashed turnips with pork served on a plate ...

The only animal he did not like was the bear, it scared the crap out of him. Therefore I always knew if there were bears around when I prepared our night camp. It's safe and cozy with a four-legged companion at the campfire, except when they are staring stiffly out into the darkness and growls ...

It happened that he almost scared the life out of a hunter or fisherman who we met during our wanderings; he was sometimes quite similar to a wolf. About the same size and color coverage, at least for those who were not used to seeing wolves.

We had a deal; he did not need to have a leash if my commands were obeyed. From the first week we had developed a common language that was based on thin whistles, small gestures and appealing looks. At least it was my communication with him, he answered mostly with a low voice Woof.

On one occasion when twilight prevailed, I suddenly saw him at his own journey of discovery at the edge of a bog next to our camp. I got pissed; he broke our agreement so I took the leash in my hand and walked with firm steps to connect him. When I reached halfway, I suddenly hear rustling sound behind my back. It's the dog who had just woken up and rushes up from his bed hidden under a spruce. What I was about to hook up was a wolf ...







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