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I look fondly at my father. How time flies! It seems only yesterday that he was trying to share all he knew about nature and hunting, and now we’re stalking the range together.

It’s been more than 20 years since I was first allowed to join a hunt. I must have frightened off quite a few animals that my father was watching just because I couldn’t sit still or I fell asleep on the raised hide. But these moments are precious.


Bock hunting with the Victory SF – a report by Anna Lena Kaufmann

In May, nature appears at its best. Throughout the day different sound interweave into a many-voiced orchestra in an almost magical way - and without a conductor. In the morning, the blackbird's singing presents the overture.

Later on, the call of the cuckoo joins in and bees happily buzz their melodies. In the evenings you can hear the crickets chirping and the grass swishing.