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Kaffekask på passet
Moose season, frost in the beard, and Bängt Ljungqvist alone on his pass with a thermos of black coffee and a generous splash from his own still. With every cup the forest gets cozier, the waltz gets faster and the hunt gets further from his mind. So far, in fact, that he never notices the curious bull creeping up behind him until it sniffs him in the neck. What follows is the clumsiest rifle fumble in Norrland hunting history. The moose got away. The coffee didn't.
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