Friday, August 28, 2009

Crocodile Lars

I love birds. I love hunting birds. I have since I were a lad.

Once I had Mrs. BB in my sight, it took a good 6 months of patient tracking and stalking before I nailed my target. She was very sporty.

When she (surprisingly) agreed to marry me, I limited my bird hunting to the boreal forest. 1 in the bag is better than 2 in the bush.

In Norway, hunting requires a government proficiency exam. This is a good measure as a course that teaches safety must be taken. It trains newbies to not accidently blow each other’s heads off.

Having hunted, been on shoots, and capably handled my weapon for many years I assumed I would not require this proficiency exam. I was wrong. They don’t call this country NOWAY for no reason.

As the course and exam are in Norwegian I have avoided it to date. I speak social Norwegian, but this level of Norwegian language is a big challenge for me.

Never one to let rules get in the way, in past years I chose to hunt using my UK license, albeit illegally. I would claim ignorance in the event of an altercation. Members of my family-in-law are very law abiding, as are most Norwegians. My criminal activity was clearly no longer acceptable.

I started the course this week. Our instructor is Crocodile Lars. He has an impressive track record as a hunter and fisherman. He has spent months alone in the Canadian outback surviving on his bounty. He is really cool. He looks like Woody Allen and has many of Woody’s mannerisms. A bit surreal really.

Crocodile Lars is Swedish and speaks Svorsk, as sort of Swedish Norwegian. I can barely understand a word he says but with his acting out of great hunting vignettes using arm and hand gesticulations I think I get the message.

His English is excellent and he loves sharing his stories with me, particularly his Canadian ones. He is good value!

Thankfully, he has informed me he will be able to sit the final exam by my side, in a room separate room, and translate to English where required. Of course, being linguistically incompetent, I will get more time to complete the exam.

I am both relieved and grateful. This is where NOWAY makes up for its initial high barriers. It often caves into practical compromise.

I am exhilarated at the thought of bird hunting this year and the subsequent repast. I always eat the birds I catch.

Beaverboosh

8 comments:

daisyfae said...

eat what you catch is only fair! that better be on the exam... me? i'm more of a 'catch and release' hunter...

RennyBA's Terella said...

I can speak Svorsk too - its sounds silly, but all for trying to have the Swedish understand us Norwegian you know :-)

Good luck with the exam!

nursemyra said...

a man named Crocodile Lars looks like Woody Allen?

He's deserving of more than one post for that alone

Zhu said...

Poor birds!

Are you for hire to kill skunks? We have way too many in our area.

Michele said...

Nurse Myra makes a good point---you must tell us more about CL!

I have always thought I would like to learn to hunt my own food. I took one skeet-shooting lesson in SF before moving to Norway and found it exhilarating (even though I was crap and the shotgun was really heavy). It's something I'd like to try again, so am relieved to hear the hunting course is do-able. Good luck on your test!

Return to Norway said...

Bwahahahaha....... just spilled the coffee all over my lap. Good one - du er i form igjen ser jeg!!

I can speak svorsk too - the Swedish dude at the barnehage thinks my svorsk is excellent.

dorothy said...

i caught a baby catfish once but it made a sort of hissing squeal which made me cry.

beaverboosh said...

df - hard to release them after they are dead

renny - svorsk sounds a bit silly... thanks

nm - he certainly is... one day

zhu - i hate skunks, thankfully none here in Euroland

michele - find the closest range and give it a go, it is totally exhilirating... any q's feel free to drop me a note!

caroline - tusen takk, du er så snill... du må drikke ikke kafe når du leser min blog

d - same think happened to me with my first girlfriend