Am Reserverad des Geländewagens meines Kollegens, der ein passionierter Jägersmann ist, hing eine Einkaufstüte, darin ein Hase, der, wie er mir erzählte, gerade zuvor totgefahren wurde.

Neugierig hielt ich meine Kamera in den Sack und machte einen Schnappschuss des Tieres.

Ich liebe Hasen auf vielerlei Weisen. Besonders mit Rotkraut und Serviettenknödel sind sie, gut gebeizt, eine echte Spezialität.

Keinesfalls würde ich mich scheuen, auf einen Hasen zu schießen, ihn aufzubrechen, ihm das Fell von den Ohren zu ziehen, um aus ihm eine leckere Mahlzeit zu bereiten.

Hasen sind aber mehr als nur jagdbares Wild, mehr als hoppelndes Bret.

Hasen fanden Eingang in unser kulturelles Erbe und begleiten uns seit Jahrtausenden in Mythen und Legenden.

Sie sind wunderschöne, magische Tiere.

Mit diesem toten Hasen jedoch ist niemandem gedient. Hasenfell wird heute nicht mehr benötigt und der Rest des Hasens… naja.

Damit er nicht ganz umsonst gestorben sein möge, soll sein Bild in dieser Collage seinem jetzigen Aufenthaltsort gewidmet sein: dem sternenvollen Hasenhimmel.


2 thoughts on “Hase

  1. Phil

    There was a little market a few blocks away from where I used to live that would occasionally have whole rabbits for sale.
    Once in a while I would buy one, take it home and fry it up.
    The meat was almost sweet but a bit stringy.
    Every couple of months for quite a while I would bring one home and have it for dinner.

    Now that I think about it, that has been almost twelve years ago.
    If I bought one now I would be the only one who would eat any of it. The Wifely Unit wouldn’t touch it.
    Spoiled rotten that girl with no sense of adventure.
    BTW, this Google translate app is pretty good at translating your posts. It gets some things a little wrong but it’s close enough that I can follow along.


    1. Unfuck U

      Yeah, we‘ve had that same issue when I still had that Blog Notwende, remember?
      A real pity I had to shut it down.
      I always try posting as much English articles as I can in my spare time but it seems it’s never enough.
      But who knows… maybe sooner than later I will have more time on hand as I would like to have.
      They’re stepping up the Corona-BS over here and if it goes on like that my company will mandate a mask for every worker again. Not with me this time. I won’t wear a mask ever again. They’ll have to decide then what to do with me but I guess it’s not very complicated figuring out what will happen.
      I’m writing these lines in a rented garage after coming back from work because I can’t look forward returning to my home. Our cat decided urinating beside his litter box just two minutes before I had to leave for work. I reckon he will have planted a couple of turds there by now as well.
      I really do hate that cat. If it wasn’t for the children I’d have killed him already.


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