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I want to share my impression from the first mountain hunt. Some of my friends are mountain hunters and they used to talk about their expeditions and show pictures with trophies when we met. They provoked me to try. I hunted before but just for ungulates of the plains. I know the phrase “Mountains don’t forgive the mistakes”, and tried to do my best. I thought for a while with what company and where to hunt. My main demands were the availability of the official license, a trophy guarantee and comfortable accommodation. The friends advised to contact High Hunt Pro company.I connected with its agent, asked about all details and decided to hunt for Dagestan Tur in the North Ossetia. It was my first mountain hunt and the company gave me good discount. This day came! The representative of the company met me at the airport, we pack all luggage in the jeep and jerked to the hunting base. I admired the beautiful views of the Caucasus while driving. After a while we arrived to the place near the foot of the ridge. There we stopped, took the equipment and began climbing the camp. There we met the guide who tracked down animals beforehand and told us good news about trophy size males in the neighborhood. I’m the beginner in the mountain hunts that’s why followed all advices of the experienced hunters and went to sleep just after the supper in case to gather strength for tomorrow. We got up early, had short breakfast and started climbing while it was dark. I’ve been so thankful to myself that don’t smoke. It was tough. My guides knew that I was the beginner and tried to go in the comfortable manner for me. In a few time we had a rest to look around. One of us noticed a herd in 540m from us and we decided to sneak up closer. I couldn’t imagine that it’s possible to spend an hour or more and walk just 300m. At last I reached the shot distance and saw through binocular two trophy males. I felt myself like the biathlete at that time. The heart was going to break out of the chest, was difficult to breathe and hands and feet trembled from the tiredness. I put everything on the line. I tuned the sight by the distance meter, took comfortable position, hold the breath and gently pulled the trigger, as was taught. The Shot! I could not believe my eyes when saw the Tur rolling down the slope. I hit it from the first shot! I still remember that moment! It was pure luck. The results of this hunt are beautiful trophy, good organization the trip and unforgettable impressions. Rifle Blaser 3006, distance 232 m. Then we cut the trophy, came down to the base and way back to Moscow. Thank you very much to the company and people who supported me and helped to open this world of the mountain hunts and for advices for beginners too.