Boar hunting in the Schoenbuch.
In Schoenbuch, south of Stuttgart, there are three primeval forests in which nature is allowed to take its course. Ancient oaks and beech trees reach into the sky, some of these are more than 300 years old.
The Dukes and Kings of Wuerttemberg once hunted here – the most beautiful forest in the country. The starting point of many hunts though was the monastery of Bebenhausen. It was expanded into a hunting castle after the monks had to leave the country due to the reformation. Even today, the small village in the Schoenbuch has its own, very special atmosphere. Bebenhausen is considered the “pearl of the Schoenbuch”.
Then the bugling of the horn signals the beginning of the hunt.
The hunters take up their positions.
Schoenbuch is like a hunting ground from a fairy tale
Forestry director Goetz Graf Buelow instructs the hunting guests early in the morning and explains the safety regulations, and discusses the beginning and the end of the hunt. Then the bugling of the horn signals the beginning of the hunt. The hunters take up their positions. Dozens of drivers put the game on the run. The terrain is rough. The height difference between the low-lying valley and the upper ridge is about 250 meters. Difficult for the drivers, but heaven for the boar. Suddenly there is a rustling in the thicket. A herd of wild boar is on the run from drivers and hunting dogs. They are moving up the hill directly to the hunters waiting at the top, suddenly the shots ring out.
Forestry director Goetz Graf Buelow instructs the hunting guests and explains the safety regulations, and discusses the process of the hunt.
Call for hunting
Boars are very adaptable and find great hiding places in the uncleared wood areas of the Schoenbuch.
Hunt like in olden days
Now the horn bugles to announce the end of the hunt. Like in olden days the game is laid out in front of the royal hunting lodge. As a last sign of respect the bugles blow the “Sau tot,” a typical German hunting call. The hunters are completely satisfied with the hunt, as are the dogs. The day winds down in the warm hunting lodge; the later the evening, the merrier the party. At this point everyone is busy with only one thing: spinning yarns.