Two and half an hour of not moving as much as a finger had brought me into a state between sleeping and some kind of primal alertness. The stag entered the small opening below me in a distance of only 25 meters. I went from drowsy to all cells in […]
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Every year I have a tendency to forget the returning wonders that happens in nature where the roebucks live. And I stalk. Trillions of different variations of the theme green and the overload of life is breathtaking. And yet I let my binos find their focus on everything else than […]
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