man and food
a few days ago i watched a documentary on tv. the episode was focused on a small village on the coast of arctic russia, showing their way of life and also how they get food in their remote village. the people there were russians but they looked mogolian/chinese and it was kinda weird for a while.
summer was coming to an end, so they had to stock up on food before it got too cold and all the animals went away. most of their food came from the sea as agriculture was near impossible in the freezing temperatures, even in summer. fish, whales, walruses.
when i turned on the tv, the hunter was already sharpening his spear for the walrus hunt. it looked like a 15cm blade attached to a long, thin stick. how the heck is he supposed to hunt a walrus with that? walruses are big as fuck, in case you didn't know.
they later explained that they need to get at least 15 good sized walruses for the village of 400, and they prefer to use the spears rather than guns because the loud bang would frighten other walruses and cause a stampede, killing many, especially the young.
there was news that 2 walruses had strayed from the herd and were chilling out on a deserted part of the beach. what followed was one of the most brutal things i've seen on tv. normally when i see people 'hunt' on tv, it's either on man vs wild or in some rainforest tribe where the biggest thing they can get are little critters, easily dispatched within seconds.
this, however, was a huge animal well over 2m in length and fat as hell. maybe it was the size or the difficulty it took to kill, but this time it really felt like something died. weird?
the walrus was sleeping and the man tapped it on the head with his spear to wake it up. he said it was wrong to kill it while it was sleeping. the walrus woke up and was like wtf? looking at the guy as he circled it to the back.
then suddenly, he jammed the whole damn spear into the walrus from the lower back, through the stomach to the chest, aiming for the heart. obviously he missed the heart, and the walrus was thrashing about. the man then pulled and plunged the spear in a few more times, probably mashing up its entire insides while trying to hit the heart, until the walrus finally stopped moving.
it took only about 30 seconds and after that the man knelt by the dead walrus and stroked its head. he said "thank you for being my prey. sorry i had to kill you but i need to feed myself and my dogs."
they then dragged the walruses back to cut up and distribute. the next day, a few russian fighter planes flew very low and near to the walrus colony, frightening them and causing a stampede. lots of dead walruses washed up the shore, but they couldn't be eaten because of bacteria in the stomachs.
the villages felt that they had failed in their duty, as they viewed themselves as the guardians of the walruses. they protect them but also use them for food. the rest of the walruses had swam away and began their migration early due to the fright, leaving behind a few weaker and smaller ones.
this caused a great problem because the village only had 2 out of the 15 they needed, and the smaller sized ones wouldn't be enough. so, they had to hunt for a whale...
summer was coming to an end, so they had to stock up on food before it got too cold and all the animals went away. most of their food came from the sea as agriculture was near impossible in the freezing temperatures, even in summer. fish, whales, walruses.
when i turned on the tv, the hunter was already sharpening his spear for the walrus hunt. it looked like a 15cm blade attached to a long, thin stick. how the heck is he supposed to hunt a walrus with that? walruses are big as fuck, in case you didn't know.
they later explained that they need to get at least 15 good sized walruses for the village of 400, and they prefer to use the spears rather than guns because the loud bang would frighten other walruses and cause a stampede, killing many, especially the young.
there was news that 2 walruses had strayed from the herd and were chilling out on a deserted part of the beach. what followed was one of the most brutal things i've seen on tv. normally when i see people 'hunt' on tv, it's either on man vs wild or in some rainforest tribe where the biggest thing they can get are little critters, easily dispatched within seconds.
this, however, was a huge animal well over 2m in length and fat as hell. maybe it was the size or the difficulty it took to kill, but this time it really felt like something died. weird?
the walrus was sleeping and the man tapped it on the head with his spear to wake it up. he said it was wrong to kill it while it was sleeping. the walrus woke up and was like wtf? looking at the guy as he circled it to the back.
then suddenly, he jammed the whole damn spear into the walrus from the lower back, through the stomach to the chest, aiming for the heart. obviously he missed the heart, and the walrus was thrashing about. the man then pulled and plunged the spear in a few more times, probably mashing up its entire insides while trying to hit the heart, until the walrus finally stopped moving.
it took only about 30 seconds and after that the man knelt by the dead walrus and stroked its head. he said "thank you for being my prey. sorry i had to kill you but i need to feed myself and my dogs."
they then dragged the walruses back to cut up and distribute. the next day, a few russian fighter planes flew very low and near to the walrus colony, frightening them and causing a stampede. lots of dead walruses washed up the shore, but they couldn't be eaten because of bacteria in the stomachs.
the villages felt that they had failed in their duty, as they viewed themselves as the guardians of the walruses. they protect them but also use them for food. the rest of the walruses had swam away and began their migration early due to the fright, leaving behind a few weaker and smaller ones.
this caused a great problem because the village only had 2 out of the 15 they needed, and the smaller sized ones wouldn't be enough. so, they had to hunt for a whale...
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