The morning wind dries the sweat wet the tip of the nose. This is a good thing, because the air would tickle him behind the ears, as an old hunter’s wisdom, he could wrap up the shotgun again. The Wild would smell the humans long before this gets it to the face and would be all over the mountains. Now, however, the prey is up there on the ledge, motionless, clueless – not a hundred meters away.
In the Dark of the night he has made on the way. Climbed into the mountains, 800 meters of altitude in two hours. Gudi Campbell, 32, has reached the border of the trees, as the sun pushes over the mountains and its rays on the Alp Murter throws, to Gudis hunting area. From the Chalet, the refuge is used in the summer, the family weekend, has become a hunting Lodge.
The man who is officially Gudench, the shotgun, takes the animal in your sights and senses in the same Moment, as the adrenaline flooded his brain – a noise, the total tension and the highest concentration with perfect Serenity combines. He dictated the thoughts and controls the small deadly movement of the right index finger. But Gudi is not suppressed. Not yet.
Terrifying Roar ardent deer animals
until the end of the month, the Grisons, is high for hunting in the corridor. In the whole Canton over 5000 hunters are on the Prowl, including 200 members of the hunting society Droslöng, in the Board of Gudi is for the Association’s internal Events responsible. Hunting in the high mountains makes high demands on physical Fitness: “Every one to two years, comes one of us died; the are no shooting accidents: most of The fall.”
The animal is not moving. Gudi look closely, he wants to dispel any doubt, it once more – so, the hunter calls the process of identifying. The riflescope is confirmed, what has made the binoculars are clear: It is a chamois, a female animal. And the goat does not. Do you mean: it nourishes currently there are no young animals can be seen clearly on the inconspicuous mammary glands between the back legs. Now Gudi white: it is jagdbar.
“For the bear, Switzerland is too small.”Gudi Campbell, hunter
From the Slopes of Val Trupchun echoes, a dry Bang. There, in the back of the national Park begins; sometimes strips of wolves through the area. Rare, a bear finds the way from the Trentino to the Engadine. Both, thinks Gudi, have a right to live here: “The wolves multiply, however, so rapidly that we would have to regulate the inventory. For the bears, however, Switzerland is too small – otherwise he would not disappear again and again.”
when it comes To hunting-free days, Gudi watched the deer through the binoculars. Spectacular autumn sets nature in scene: He makes the mixed forests in fiery colors blaze. Frightening the Roar impatient stag animals.
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Gudi Campbell grew up in Cinuos-chel, a group of S-chanf, the bottom-most municipality in the upper Engadin. Here he leads, already in the third Generation, the Veduta is a cozy little Hotel with a Restaurant, the specialty is far and wide for its Wild-known: had Gudi, before he took over from his father Advised the family business, a cooking apprenticeship completed. While brother Cla in Zurich has gained a career as an advertising copywriter hammered and sister Annina as “SRF bi de Lüt”-presenter, TV-celebrities, is Gudi returned to his valley, and in the footsteps of the father.
Of him, he has not only the passion for hunting and the responsibility for the catering operation, the Papa is to him a model in the snow a: In Bern, he has served as a Director of the ski instructors Association, during Gudi directs the ski school in the neighbouring village of Zuoz. There he also learned the young ski instructor Sabrina know; she is his wife and has brought up two months ago, Franca for the world, the first joint child.
parish President Gianni Largiadèr is happy about the new member in the community: In the last five years, the residential population of 752 has shrunk by around 10 percent to 686 people. “That is worrying,” says Largiadèr. “We need to be for immigrants from German-speaking Switzerland more attractive. Therefore, we want to promote bilingualism, without neglecting the Romanesque.”
Gudi has well aimed, that he knows exactly on the sheet
The chamois disappeared. Gudi has well aimed, that he knows the blade, between the ribs and the shoulder blade, the heart-lung chamber is because to kill the missile quickly and pain free. After a hit in the body, it can take hours, until the death redeems the animal. Gudi is waiting. Fifteen, twenty minutes. He does not want to disturb the animal when you Die. This is the hunter’s honour.
One of the biggest municipalities of Switzerland, but always fewer inhabitants: S-chanf, in the Engadin. Photo: Alamy
If the Engadine comes to his Hobby, he listens often to the charge, who feel the joy of the Kill is perverse and cruel. “I’m a meat hunter,” he argues, “it is not a trophy collector.” Meat is a staple; he prefer the meat of animals that have died in their natural environment, in the wild, the animals, the long hours in trucks were herded to the slaughterhouse brought. “It would be much more humane,” he continues, “if sheep, pigs and cows are likely to be shot in the pasture.”
The chamois is in your blood. A clean sheet shot. Gudi breathe a sigh of relief. He places the animal on a branch in the fishing and pay no attention to the fact that he rises above the corpse. “The last supper”, he says. “This letter of thanks and Respect, the hunter is the animal guilty of all.” He has become thoughtful. For all the passion for hunting, he admits, come to him after the shot, always the same thought: “it must now really be?”
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Created: 20.09.2019, 14:49 PM
