Adventure story recommendation: encounter with polar bears

The following is an adventure story recommendation for everyone: I hope you like the article about encountering polar bears!

Encountering a polar bear A giant polar bear hobbled along the rocky coast, and a step away was the choppy Arctic Ocean. Occasionally, it looks up and smells the air around it, hoping to find the dead ringed seal or walrus.

It was late July in Svalbard, Norway, an uninhabited area less than 1000 km from the North Pole. It was almost impossible for polar bears to hunt seals because some ice floes had melted. At the moment, this giant bear is very hungry.

The strong wind from the west beat the polar bear's back, and the male bear continued to patrol the shore. Then, perhaps smelling something unusual, it stopped, sniffed into the air, and exhaled a stream of gas from its light black nose and mouth. It is said that polar bears have an extremely sensitive sense of smell, and they can smell rotting whale carcasses as far away as 30 kilometers. The male bear suddenly turned and turned to the inland downwind direction. His paddle-like feet stepped on the beach, leaving deep footprints on the ground. Carnivores began to look for prey.

on the way

Sebastian Nelson and Ludwig Foye are preparing for their first expedition. Their goal is to take a boat trip around Svalbard, which is about 1800 km, and Svalbard is one of the most sparsely populated areas in the world. These two friends for many years are both 22 years old. Before leaving, they spent two months rowing training.

In the preparatory work, two young people put on waterproof clothes, practiced boating in the river covered with ice floes on the outskirts of Oslo, dragged heavy sampans on large pieces of ice floes, and sometimes jumped into the cold water to exercise their will. Since childhood, they often practice marksmanship in the wild mountains with shotguns full of bullets. Many experienced people who have been to the Arctic Circle tell them that when they meet polar bears and need self-defense, they have little time to think about it. At that time, they should hold the gun steady, control their breathing, aim at the target, raise their guns and shoot, all of which should be completed in a few seconds.

On July 5th, 20 10, two young Norwegians set out from Longyeban, known as the northernmost human settlement in the world. They rowed about 25 kilometers a day and arrived at the north bank of nordaustlandet at the end of July. This is the northernmost part of Svalbard. As the sea breeze gradually increased, the waves became rough, so they decided to go ashore at a promontory called Lemhuken in Ekster. While paddling with Foyler, Nelson looked at the map and said jokingly, "The name of this place is really interesting. I don't know if it means something extreme will happen? " Foye smiled and didn't answer.

After dragging the sampan to the seaside, they set up a tent and set up a cordon 3 meters away. This kind of measure is what they have to do every time they camp in the wild. If a wild animal crosses this metal line, it will produce a series of small explosions, giving people time to grab weapons, shoot warning shots, and if necessary, shoot intruders.

The next morning, two young people woke up and found that the wind was still strong and the waves on the sea were high. They listened to the weather forecast by satellite phone and discussed the current situation. "We must stay another night," Nelson said. "It should be sunny tomorrow."

In the afternoon, while chasing a tarpaulin blown away by the wind, Nelson accidentally triggered the explosive device on the stay wire, and he immediately reloaded the explosives.

"Damn it," he cursed after getting into the tent, "I'll be all thumbs when I get old." As they do every night, Nelson and Foye checked the loading of guns twice before getting into their sleeping bags that day and put them as close to their bodies as possible. However, that night, when two people were asleep, a polar bear followed their body odor and began to crawl slowly to their camp.

In do or die.

The whistle of the sea breeze is still fierce. Next to the campsite, the hungry polar bear suddenly broke the cordon, but the explosion didn't sound. The polar bear pounced on the tent, raised its huge claws, tore open the tent and rushed in. "Bear! Bear! " Nelson woke up from his sleep, felt the back of his head caught and cried. A huge bear's paw instantly pulled him out of his sleeping bag, and all he could see was a "wall" made of white fur. The polar bear bit his head with its probe and kept growling. ...

When the polar bear dragged Nelson outside the tent, he quickly reached out and grabbed his push-pull shotgun. In the fierce struggle, he tried to hit the polar bear in the waist with his other hand that didn't catch the gun. However, a few punches in succession seems to have no effect on the big guy.

Suddenly, the polar bear released its big mouth that bit Nelson's head and bit his right shoulder instead. At the same time, it threw him on the ground with its powerful power, and every time it was shaken, its teeth were embedded deeper into Nelson's flesh. Pain through the nerve, bouts of stimulation of Nelson's whole body, at the moment like an ice pick is cut to his shoulder.

"This beast wants me to faint, and shooting is my chance." Nelson pondered bitterly in the grip of bear's paw. The white bear continued to drag Nelson to the beach. On the way, his shotgun fell to the ground, and a bear's hind leg just stepped on the gun body, and the gun suddenly broke in two. "I'm finished!" The idea flashed through Nelson's mind and he shouted.

Frye, who was sleeping, was awakened by Nelson's screams. When he opened his eyes, he saw a polar bear break into the tent, bite Nelson's head and drag it outside the tent. I saw that the foot of this behemoth stepped on all kinds of things they piled aside, making a mess, and some things were even buried in the sand.

Foye jumped up and reached for the gun, only to find that it was gone. This rifle was used by his grandfather during World War II and has always been regarded as a treasure by him. Foye fumbled wildly in the chaotic tent. "Where have you been? Where did it go? " He shouted. His hand scratched around for a few seconds, and finally he touched the butt of the gun, so he immediately pulled it out of the place where it was buried by sand. "Sebastian!" He called, but Nelson didn't answer.

At a critical juncture, the polar bear that bit Nelson's shoulder loosened its mouth, but continued to drag his injured shoulder. "I must save Nelson from the bear," Feuillere thought quickly. "Time is running out."

The polar bear dragged Nelson about 30 meters away from the tent, threw him to the ground, and then roared and waved sharp claws to hold Nelson down. Blood gushed from his injured part. Being pressed by the bear's paw on his chest, he couldn't move in the sand. Nelson felt that his ribs were breaking. A hot air exhaled from the polar bear's nose and mouth and sprayed directly on Nelson's face. He looked straight into the black eyes of bears-they looked so heartless.

Foyle came out of the tent with a gun in his hand. Seeing that the polar bear noticed him, he immediately pointed the gun at the beast, then held his breath and pulled the trigger with trembling fingers. "Steady, steady." He repeatedly said to himself. However, because the distance between the bear and the human is so close, Foyler is afraid that the bullet will hit his friend.

"Shoot! Shoot! " Nelson struggled to cry. Just as Foyler was about to shoot, the polar bear released his paw on Nelson's chest again, stood up and lifted Nelson to a height of about 1 m from the ground with his paw.

Foye gradually approached the polar bear. Nelson shouted again, "shoot! Otherwise I will be killed by it! "

The polar bear stood there, facing Foye sideways. The young man then turned in a direction, aimed at the back of the behemoth and fired the first shot. The bullet hit the polar bear, and Nelson, who was caught by the bear's paw, immediately fell to the ground. However, the shot polar bear did not fall down, but tried to bite Nelson's shoulder with his teeth again. Foye fired several more shots, all of which hit the polar bear in the chest. The burly guy finally collapsed to the ground, twisted a few times and died.

get saved

Fearing that the smell of blood would attract other polar bears, Foye loaded five more bullets into the gun chamber. Nelson collapsed on the beach at this moment, his scalp was bare, his right shoulder was bloody and covered in blood, but he was still alive.

Foyler took Nelson back to the tent and quickly bandaged his bleeding head and shoulders with compression bandages. "You can do it," Foye said to his traveling companion, wiping the blood from Nelson's face. "I want to get you out of here." Nelson mumbled something. His wound hurts and the whole tent is covered with blood. "My neck may have been broken by a bear." He whispered to Foye again.

Foyler knew Nelson had to stay warm, because his injury was so serious that he couldn't survive in the low temperature. He let Nelson lie in his sleeping bag and covered Nelson with his sleeping bag. Later, he turned to find his backpack, took out the satellite phone from it and called a hospital in Longyeban. An operator on the other side answered the phone.

"We need help badly," Foye blurted out. "We are boating explorers," he told Axel Veraz, the hospital nursing manager transferred to the extension. "My friend was attacked by a polar bear and was seriously injured. He needs help badly! "

Veraz quickly informed the local police of this request. About 35 minutes later, a rescue helicopter took off. The flight time from take-off to destination is about 90 minutes.

Foye returned to Nelson. Nelson's whole body is still trembling slightly at this time. Obviously, the pain is still tormenting him. "They will send a helicopter," foyle kept saying in case Nelson fainted. "It won't take long to fly." Foye and Nelson took morphine with them on the trip, but at this time Foye decided not to give Nelson morphine because it might make him unconscious. As time went on, Foyler walked out of the tent from time to time to observe the situation around him. His rifle was always in his hand or within reach.

A black spot on the distant horizon gradually approached their camp. "come on! Coming! " Feyedexing shouted excitedly.

When the helicopter landed 50 meters away from the tent, two emergency workers came running with stretchers. It took Nelson only a few minutes to be taken into the cabin. He was immediately hanged with salt water and injected with painkillers. ...

Nelson was taken to the operating room immediately after the helicopter arrived at the hospital. The operation lasted for 3 hours, during which all the damaged tissues of his wound were removed and his neck was seriously injured, but his cervical vertebra was not broken. The next day, when he was lying in the hospital bed, the surgeon Kari Schleu Del came to examine him. He said, "If the bear's teeth were bitten a few millimeters deeper, your lungs would be punctured, your head would be crushed, and you wouldn't be lying here."

"I know polar bears often bite the skulls of seals," Nelson said humorously. "I am very lucky. My head is very strong. "

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Not long ago, Nelson and Freire were interviewed by reporters at their home in northern Oslo. Nelson unbuttoned his shirt and showed the reporter the healed wound. His shoulders, scalp and some parts of his body left clear scars. "I am not a person with deep religious beliefs, but it is indeed a miracle to survive. Besides, I still owe Ludwig a favor. " He said with a smile.

"I just instinctively followed the requirements of our usual training." Foye, no.

These two troubled and miserable friends are currently considering returning to Svalbard to complete their boat trip. When asked about the experience of this adventure, Nelson's attitude was quite peaceful. "We regret that we had to shoot the polar bear at that time" (in Norway, shooting the polar bear is a crime unless it is life-threatening), he mused, "I still think the polar bear is the most majestic animal in the world, and it only does it to survive."