Chukchi. III
To Bear Hunting on a Logger
Ülo
Siimets
On January 11, 1971 we went to the administrative office of the Vaeg
collective farm, Chukotka to look for work. A local hunter Uttel, who
had come to hand over the game skins, arrived there on a dog sled.
The kolkhoz chairman asked him to take us on a bear hunt. At first
Uttel categorically refused, arguing that there was enough meat in
the village and there was no point in killing animals just for fun.
The hunter left the office and us to discuss business matters.
Later it turned out that Uttel was the father of Nina, who had invited us
to Chukotka in the first place. The same evening we met Uttel at his
daughter's house. We opened the bottle to celebrate our acquaintance
and Uttel gave in. As a result of our strenuous persuasion he agreed
to take us on a bear hunt. The most compelling reason was probably
that the kolkhoz chairman wanted to go hunting as well and had
promised him a new rifle in return.
We could not take off right away because of the freezing temperatures,
reaching up to -56°C.
Three days later, when the weather had grown milder, we drove a logger to a
winter shack some 20 km away, from where we travelled on skis to
Uttel's hunting cabin.
We had long conversations with the lumbermen and Uttel about bears,
their life, habits, old bear hunting traditions and legends connected
to bears.
We learned that the locals believe that bears belong to separate race.
They are the smartest animals in the woods. They even understand the
local languages, particularly the Koryak language, and if talked
calmly to, it is possible to come to an agreement with them. They
cannot understand the Tang language - it irritates
them.