If roe deer, deer, and wild boar were just a little smarter, they wouldn’t set foot in a clearing at dawn. But they do it again and again because the freshly dewy grass smells and tastes irresistible and you have no idea that the hunter across the street with a loaded shotgun has been insidiously waiting for this opportunity since sunrise. Then it bang, and a few days later venison is served in the vicinity of the clearing. The hunter doesn’t have to fear anything because forest animals rarely shoot back. But at some point, one thinks, it will have to be enough for even the stupidest deer in the area and thoughts of revenge have to nestle under its antlers.
It may be that Bambi & Co. met last week in a Sauerlach forest for a victory celebration. Only a few boards are left of the hunter’s high seat, and they are splintered on the ground. Of course, the assumption is that the hunter’s high seat was knocked over by one of the violent thunderstorms in the previous week, as were several in other areas. But even the office chair on castors, on which the hunter could easily turn in all directions, looks as if a herd of elephants had trampled on it. The backrest, seat, castors and various individual parts are far apart. It is a picture of the devastation presented to the forest walker. In his mind’s eye the act of destruction is taking place, with mighty deer attacking a chair, wild boar attacking boards and beams. One almost feels sorry for the poor hunter, who apparently played such a bad role in the storm and vengeful artifacts.
But then you can see that if the hunted were happy too soon. A few meters just behind the heap of rubble rises, halali, a brand new high seat from the forest floor, with a brand new office chair on wheels and loopholes on all sides. It’s one to one now. Now it would be the turn of the deer, stag and wild boar again.