Notice: No animals were harmed during the activities leading to these blog posts. The only thing that suffered during this weekend was M’s ego, and to learn why, stay tuned.
In my previous post I described what I experienced
during my first guided Ansitz. This was M’s experience from that same
morning.
The morning of our first hunt M went off with the Jagdmeister
and leader of the hunting school, Herr Seibt. They were headed to a Hochsitz that was not far off the road on the edge of a large clearing. Herr Seibt
didn’t bring a gun with him, apparently having enough confidence in M’s
shooting ability that he wouldn’t need to clean up after him.
They reached the Hochsitz and M followed Herr
Seibt up the ladder to a little porch. Herr Seibt opened the door and with
flashlights they saw an enormous hornet nest in the corner. Herr Seibt
indicated that it was late enough in the year and cold enough that it would be
empty. The Jagdaufseher or Jagdpächter (hunter-tennant) removes those in the winter. But then Herr Seibt bumped the nest and
the hum-buzzing began. The very-not-absent hornets vacated their nest rather
fluidly as Herr Seibt uttered “Oh shit! Schnell, weg hier!!” and they
fled down the ladder in a rather hasty and as-orderly-as possible fashion.
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| Foto credit: Michael Tieck / stock.adobe.com |
After recomposing themselves and straightening their jackets and M’s gun, Herr Seibt said, “So, dann…gehen wir pirschen!” (“So, uh, let’s do some stalking.”) They stalked through the forest to another Hochsitz where they spent the morning. They did not see any Wild, though.
Funnily, when Berthold and I returned to the cars and
called the others to tell them we were waiting, it took quite a while for them
to get to us. At one point Berthold said to me, “I wonder what’s up. They’re
not at all far away and should have been here by now.”
It was the hornets! It took longer for them to return
to our meeting point because they’d had to abandon the original planned Hochsitz
and choose another one that was farther away.
I am very glad they didn’t get attacked (Herr Seibt
closed the door fast enough and M told me hornets aren’t as aggressive as wasps
even if they don’t appreciate being awakened by someone banging against their
nest in the wee hours of the morning), but quite disappointed M didn’t get a
photo for this blog post. 😉
But no, this is not the story explaining why M’s ego
was damaged. You’ll have to keep reading for that story.
In case you missed it:
Saarland Hunting Weekend, Part 1
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