Phoca vitulina
Also known as Harbor Seal or Common seal...
I was attending a hunting and fishing school in Norway some years back.
My whole class was going seal-hunting at the west coast of Norway,
it took some time to get there and when we finaly got there the eximent grew as none of us had never hunted seal before, including our teacher.
We had a stratgy thoug, we would take the bout out to difrent islands and jump to shore and the boat would speed of.
you are probertly wondering why we would do that.
The seal is a very courius creature,
he would come up to see what the noise was about and then we would fire.
Sounds easy right?
Well we started out allright, we got in the boat an got of at the island.
It was as the seal was expekting us, i haddent gotten more than 70 feet towards my post as i saw somthing "dipping" in the surface.
At that time i had no ammo in my rifle, i got down using by back pack as a base for my rifle, aiming at the "thing" with my crosshair at the center of the "thing".
i loaded the rifle but it was not moving at all, i was laing there in that stand off with the seal for maybe a minutte.
when it finaly moved it was to late, the seal was gone...
i was realy angry with my self but i comforted my self with knowing that i at least i was a safe hunter (it was no real comfort at the time).
i got to my post and sath there for what seamd like a eternety, then it showed up again this time he was a lot smarter,
he was maybe 350 feet out, but i was smarter too so i got down again, and this time i fired, i saw a big splash and that was the end of it i had missed my chanse again...
that night i was praying to god to give me another chance.
shorly, the next day i got up to that exacte same post.
seconds, minuttes and houres past.
when you sit there just stearing at the ocean for that long, your mind starts to play tricks on you,
so i got down again aiming at some waves that lookt "sucpicious" i were aimig like this for a cuple of minuttes, when i finaly lookt up i saw a head in the water about 300 feet out,
i sloly turned my rifle
wisseled at it one time that was enogh.
one shot, one seal
we found a exit wound at the back of its neck and a missing eye...
third time is the charm, right?
it was about 100 kilogram
another guy got one to... his were 120 kilogram
the whole of the school had "Phoca vitulina" for dinner a couple of weeks later
sorry for my English