My third tale about Nordic hardiness is about a guy who met his moose.
On my autumn visit to northern Sweden and Norway, I opted for a very long train ride from Oslo all the way up to Narvik, at the 68th parallel.
I wanted to see the fjords and the northern lights. In the south, I enjoyed beautiful scenery of lakes and tall leafy deciduous trees.
Here in the Arctic circle, I had only seen shrunken and sad-looking pine trees. Not enough light for them to thrive and grow tall.
The scenery changed as we approached the mining town of Kiruna. Piles of iron ore were stacked up.
I noticed a fellow passenger looking in my direction. I greeted him.
He smiled at me and calmly announced, “I just hit a moose.”
Not a scratch on him.
I had once hit a young deer on the road, and that was scary enough. My car had been totaled. But a moose? I have seen moose in the wild. An adult bull can stand 2 meters high and weigh up to 600 kilos – yikes!
“It wasn’t the biggest moose I’ve ever seen. But that’s the closest I ever got to seeing a moose’s backside. I saw it slide up the hood of the car, and stop just before the window. Good thing I was only driving about 40 km/hour…”
Then he added – still smiling – “It was my girlfriend’s car.”
(His girlfriend’s car was totaled – and he’s not worried about that either!)
Mike explained that the moose had been wounded, and it disappeared into the woods. He had promptly found a nearby hunter with dogs, and within minutes they were tracking the blood. He was sure the moose would soon have been found and cleanly shot. He estimated there would be 180-200 kilos of deboned moose meat in someone’s freezer very soon. Food to last for months.
Hitting a bull moose and carving it up. No big deal in Kiruna!
What are your favorite examples of Nordic hardiness? Got a good moose story? Let me know in the comments.
See you on the road!