Singing to the boar, cantant als senglars.

Back when the man and I used to do a lot of canoeing, if we had to do a portage in particularly bear-ish country, we would often sing, to let the bears know we were coming, hopefully avoiding meeting them.

Today the man and I went running, it is boar hunting day today, and I decided that that same old ploy still had some value to it.  Not many boars sing, so the hunters, might...just might, reckon that we weren't boars, and dog-harried and alarmed boars would also steer clear of us.

I can say though that if you want to sing while running, especially uphill....you have to go quite a bit slower.

Fa temps quan l'home i jo fèiem canoa molt, si haguéssim de fer un portatge en una zona amb molts ossos, vam cantar que els ossos pugessin sentir-nos i, amb una mica de sort, evitar de trobar-nos.

Avui, l'home i jo hem anat a córrer i està el dia de caçar porcs senglars.  He decidit que aquest joc de sempre pot fer servir aquí també. No hi ha gaires senglars que canten, llavors els caçadors potser pensaran que no estem porcs  i els senglars mateixos, posats nervios pels molestes dels gossos, ens evitaran també.

Haig de dir però, que si cantis mentre estas corrent, sobretot pujant....has d'anar bastant més a poc a poc.