Apparently there are some 400,000 moose (or elk) in Sweden.
And I dunno how many more in Norway but you can bet it’s not an insignificant number
But you could have fooled me.
Over the last month people have repeatedly told me that it’s just a matter of time before I encounter one of the antlered hordes
“Oh I saw five of them in the woods at the bottom of the garden”
“There’s a huge one who walks down the track outside the house every evening”
‘There’s a whole family of them who have a picnic on my patio ever night”
I made that last one up.
But the point is , I’ve been told it would be impossible NOT to see a moose in Sweden. Well I crossed the country from East coast to the Norway border with nary a sight.
Oh , I saw moose crap. Piles and piles of it. And hoof prints. Hundreds of ’em.
I got so good at recognising the signs I could have passed my Scout Tracker badge with a double first
Actually on reflection I did see a moose. Probably a few score. It’s just that the parts I saw didn’t amount to a single joined up moose
Imagine coming across this after a long walk in the dark forest
That’s a jaw bone
Glosa is famous for its stone age rock carvings
It also doubles as an education centre for the ancient art of moose hunting
Cabins are decked out in the way they think ancient hunters would have stored various moose parts
I’ve no idea how schoolkids feel about visiting this place.
But it gave me nightmares