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---- The Groenendael, Varg ----
missed, but not forgotten
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Høyt gjør Garm utenfor Gnipperhellen, lenken sliter, og den glupske løper, |
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mangt vet jeg, videre ser jeg mot stridsguders ramme Ragnarok. |
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Heddadikt, Voluspå (ancient poem) |
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This picture is probably from one of our first hunting trips ever - for both me and Varg, around 1980.
Varg is just 3 or 4 months old and I am less than 10 years. My father took us with him to learn us the basics of hunting. |
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André Brun & Varg |
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Varg |
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Back at our place in Vågå. The roe-deers this far north in Norway are strong and among the largest - they have to be to survive the rough climat, but despite of the hard winters they are amazingly healthy and fat. |
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Varg and André
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| Well, he just loves them roe-deers...(he-he the bastard is stealing roe-deer meat from a hung up animal when he thinks nobody sees him...) |  |
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Varg straying in the high mountains of Jotunheimen. |
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Varg and my father, Arve H. Brun, after a successful reindeer hunt. |
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Varg and Arve |
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From one of the trips into the remote Finmarksvidda - the land of big trout. On the way in we came across some reindeer herds. You can see the reindeers in and around the river - Varg in the left corner of the picture. |
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Varg on Finmarksvidda |
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Here's the box, now pick up those toys... |
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Varg and Ørjan
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Cross country skiing. Varg has laid down - he's tired (wishful thinking...). |
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| Varg with some local hunting friends. Just shot a roe deer. |  |
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| On this picture I've just shot a roe-deer. I think it's at the end of december and it's pretty cold. |  |
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Varg & André
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Varg was a fine Groenendael male with a human like intelligence, and was the perfect fishing and hunting partner for fifteen and a half years. When others wouldn't go because of the weather/distance/time etc. Varg was always ready for a new adventure! THAT's my kind - he'd really understood what was important in life... |
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One summer Varg travelled with us to the Finmarksvidda two times . We were fishing in remote and desolate rivers on 70° N.
He really was an experienced fishing dog, too... |
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Varg and André |
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| Here we're in Finmark fishing. On this trip it was som loaded with moskitos around the river that even Varg sometimes though enough was enough!! Otherwise I usually don't mind a couple of thousand of them buzzing bloodsuckers around my hat. Well, anyway, it was sometimes a relief to creep into the tent at night - the only moskito-free place for miles. |  |
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| Varg, Arve and André on the Finmarksvidda |
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At the age of fiftheen and a half, Varg still "holds the fort" a cold winter morning at our place in Vågå.
He had become old, stiff and gray. Varg is now dead, but the memory of a great fishing and hunting pal remains... |
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