Our faithful, persistent, and sometimes troublesome neighbour is now gone. He lasted only till the second day of the hunting season.
His demise even made it to the local newspaper:
The hunters, who are the local farmers around here, have been eyeing him all summer, and especially the last few weeks. They had given him the name “Gølak”, after the man who used to own the land where he has been roaming all summer. Our house is also built on a small lot on this land, and the man Gølak was my husband’s granduncle.
Having grazed mainly on the farm fields and in the gardens in the neighbourhood, – almost too close for comfort sometimes, – it is no wonder that “Gølak” was high on the list of animals the farmers wanted to get rid of. Being a large and fat individual was no drawback either, – rather an added bonus from the hunters’ point of view. At 152 kilogrammes he was close to the previous record weight of 160 kilos.
Below are links to previous blog posts where “Gølak” appears: