18th century trekking and hunting video
Walking back to my roots. That’s what I had in mind filming this video. This will be different. At least different from what i usually make about my hunting. When I started this journey, I was after the same passionate picture that I usually serve. But as I walked this long road my will slowly changed.
So, this will be much longer than usual, much less talking and zero music. Probably it will not be as exciting as usual but gives back much more from the memory i have with me about this month spent in the woods alone or with my son. So, sit back, enjoy and relax. Step into the world of 18th century tracking and hunting with me.
The film is again a mesh up of many days of hunting, so the scenes are filmed on different days and in different locations. This is not about survival, but nor it is re-enacting. What you see here is the closest I get to experience the way the long hunters stalked the woods of North America in the late 18th century. Probably just playing cowboys and Indians reviving memories from my childhood. But to be honest, I don’t really care. I just enjoyed this whole story.
Muzzle loading, regardless if you are a shooter, hunter, collector or all of this is a continuous learning process. Each black powder arm supplies loads of inspiration for digging deeper in history. And when you are actually researching the firearms at the end you arrive to the women and men who used them. Historical trekking is an excellent experimental platform for this journey in time.
Hunting in 18th century gear is far from comfortable, nor it is practical. There is much better equipment for outdoor activities. Shy do I walk the woods in a long hunter outfit? My answer is simple. I do not hunt to feel comfortable. Fatigue, pain, thirst are the feelings that help imprinting a long-lasting memory of a successful hunt. These are the key elements in valuing a good rest, relieve from backache or fresh cold water from a spring. Do you remember the pure taste of water when you were playing with your friends on the streets as a kid? That memory s much stronger than any cold beer today. I guess that’s what I am after