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Last week the moosehunting seaon started in north Sweden. When moosehunting I live on my farm and there also my mother has a house so I brought Olle, my 5 year old son with me so he could be free from kindergarden that week. He thinks its teriffic to stay with his grandmother, they pick berrys, dig up potatoes, taking a walk, and he can have his fixedblade mora scoutknife with him. He can be a knifenutseed as he realy likes them.
When its good wather he can come along into the forest with me and one afternoon the last week we sat on a rather high mountain. He was thilled about it, but after 1/2 an hour he got a little boored and we had some tee and lemonade and bread. I was cuting some dryed meat with my Case trapper and he was realy interested in how it looked and how it worked. After the meal to prevent him from geting boored and mabye talking loudly I showed him how to use a slipjoint and what is not wise to do with it. He seamed to understand and I let him wittle by himself with the trapper superwising on a distanse, wittling a little myself with my Case medium stockman from another pocket.
As we sat there the dog started barking and I could hear it was mooving right our way. I stood on my feet to be ready and just secounds later a calf came running in about 60 meters distance. I couldnt shoot as the dog was rigth beside the calf trying to make him stop, and after some secounds more it has run into deep forest again. I turned to Olle to ask him if it was exiting to see the moose but to my true amaizement he just sat there wittling, so concentrated on his work he didnt even notice the huntingadventure. He made two sticks of thin wood that he gave to his mother when she and my older son joined us for the weekend, very proud of what he had prodused with that knife. I realy like bringing my boys to activitys. Later that week it came to some meatcuting also.
Bosse
When its good wather he can come along into the forest with me and one afternoon the last week we sat on a rather high mountain. He was thilled about it, but after 1/2 an hour he got a little boored and we had some tee and lemonade and bread. I was cuting some dryed meat with my Case trapper and he was realy interested in how it looked and how it worked. After the meal to prevent him from geting boored and mabye talking loudly I showed him how to use a slipjoint and what is not wise to do with it. He seamed to understand and I let him wittle by himself with the trapper superwising on a distanse, wittling a little myself with my Case medium stockman from another pocket.
As we sat there the dog started barking and I could hear it was mooving right our way. I stood on my feet to be ready and just secounds later a calf came running in about 60 meters distance. I couldnt shoot as the dog was rigth beside the calf trying to make him stop, and after some secounds more it has run into deep forest again. I turned to Olle to ask him if it was exiting to see the moose but to my true amaizement he just sat there wittling, so concentrated on his work he didnt even notice the huntingadventure. He made two sticks of thin wood that he gave to his mother when she and my older son joined us for the weekend, very proud of what he had prodused with that knife. I realy like bringing my boys to activitys. Later that week it came to some meatcuting also.
Bosse
