Отчеты охотников

I visited Karachay-Cherkessia twice and both times came back with empty hands. But the God loves trinity and I decided to risk and take the offer of my friend Dmitry (High Hunt Pro). I were lucky and took the male with the trophy size horns. The distance was the shortest during the last five years, 126m. I used Blazer R8,cal 7mm Rem Mag. It’s suits well for the mountain caliber.

I hunted in Kazakhstan in November,2015. The hunt was organized in the hunting farm Granitogorskoe. Everything was organized very well: comfortable hunting base and meal, great organization of the hunting process. I got Ibex from the distance 692masl.

That summer I discovered that my US visa which I planned to use for the Dall sheep hunt would expire in spring 2017. This kind of hunt is carried out in August- September and I might not to make it. I asked Moscow outfitters about the hunt but they suggested just the fall 2017. As a precaution I called to Asif Ilyasof (Global Safari Azerbaijan), with whom I hunted before and asked about the possibility to hunt in USA. I was lucky because his American partners agreed to take me. Asif accompanied me during the route Moscow-Los Angeles- Anchorage- Fairbanks ( comfortable connections). The owner of the small family hunting company Robert Djuett (59 years) met us at the airport. This calm, serious and very experienced guy lived in Alaska not far from Anchorage. We visited big hunting shop in Fairbanks where the I was offered to buy licenses for a grizzle, a black bear and a sheep. Also I’d bought some hunting equipment and cartridges. We drove about an hour and arrive to the rest house of “Carl” where tested the rented Winchester 300 wm with the sight Leopold with the CDS (Custom Dial System), it was used to enter distance to the sight. Robert was the pilot of the single engine plane which delivered us to the base camp. Such planes are very popular on Alaska. He did two flight to deliver us and luggage. Our guides Matt -45 years and Taylor -28 years waited for us. It’s prohibited to hunt at the first day when you arrive you can see the animal from air and it can make the hunt easy and not fair. We accommodated in the tent camp, there were several tents one for the hunter and his companion, the second one for the guides, and one more for the canteen, which looked like the canopy made of tarpaulin where you could see gas stove and folding chairs. We had enough freeze-dried food and could drink water from the river. We could drink alcohol but prefered not to do it. Next day we climbed to the mountains and put the temporary camp. All day number three we spent tracking around and looking for sheep but unsuccessfully. The fortune smiled to us on the day number four. At early morning when we went by the slope Asif noticed the trophy size male or how the Americans called it “legal male”. Legal meant that it had to be not less than 8 years old and its horns had to have full curl. The sheep was slowly walking to our side and then disappeared behind the hill. We decided to use that moment and ran trying to approach it as close as it was possible. But the wind had changed and they felt us. The sheep, there were two of them, jumped out from the hill and ran up the mountain. The distance quickly increased. I fell on the rocks, set the distance 300 yards, as Matt bawled, fired and missed. The next distance which I heard was 400 yards, while I lost time checking the CDS, the animal moved to another place and I missed once again. The next command was 505 yards. I set 520, shot and the sheep fell.The second sheep didn’t leave that place and stayed grieving about its fellow while we did what we had to.We came back to the camp in the evening and found four males which fed in 370 yards from our camp on the opposite slope. One of the them was VERY LEGAL! Next morning they still were there and didn’t pay any attention to us. Taylor said that our sheep was more beautiful because it was OURS already. Our trophy had horns 35.5 inches , 10 years old. Roberts met us at the base camp at the end of the day and we celebrated our luck with Budweiser. Then the weather changed and all other days we waited for the good weather. I didn't get grizzle and black bear but saw the beautiful female grizzle with cabs. The licenses were expired but it couldn’t spoil my mood because I managed to harvest two sheep during the two month and beat the target- 13 trophies Ovis World Slam.The hunt organization was on the good level, not worse then in Okhotsk. The guides made the pre-scouting and led us to the place where the sheep were seen before. The staff was very experienced and I felt that they knew how to work with hunters. I felt very safety with them. Robert helped us with all questions and it was good that he had his own plane. Asif helped me with the advices and the camera. I was really impressed by Alaska nature. I hope that we also left good impressions because we were the first Russian hunters and the representatives of the Mountain Hunters Club.

After the successful hunt for the Mid Caucasian Tur my outfitters Ivan, Ali and I moved to the habitat of the Kuban Tur. We ascended to the height 3185 masl and detected the group of animals which grazed on the slope. One of the male there had the trophy size. I'd viewed in the scope the long beard, about 20 sm, what meant that the male belonged to the Kuban Turs. It stood sideways to us but while were examining it, it lay down to face us. There were 2 variants what to do. The first one was to fire to its breast because I could not see anything else, the second one was to wait when it would stand up, turn its side and then to shoot. I decided not to wait. The distance was 360 meters with the angle -6 degrees. I hit it. The male put the head on the place. The trophy was taken. I felt ecstasy and we all together went to the trophy. It took us about an hour. We cut the meat and took it with us to the camp. When we were going to the camp I thought how lucky I was that time. I managed to get all trophies in the short time and they all were fine. Telling the truth I was proud of myself.

Once again I decided to hunt in the Caucasus. It was the long and hard climbing and good tur’s population on the top. I has to mention that the population of this animals is stable and I’m sure that smth can't seriously threaten to them. I got the trophy from the first shot from the 550m distance. It was 12 years old Tur

I hunted together with the American hunters and It was the new experience for me. Three out four took 3 trophies in the first five days. I approached 50 meters to my sheep  and got 12 years old male. It was my record.

The hunt for the Altay Ibex was my first one as the member of the MHC. Thank you very much to Edward Bendersky who has advised me the outfitter!The logistic of the trip was so: we flew to Gorno-Altaysk, then drove about 7-8 hours to the Tungur village and spent the night there, then woke up, tested the guns and rode two days by horsed to the hunting area. You can’t hunt using just one camp. We changed them several times and they all were located in one day riding from each other. I got the Ibex from the distance 260 meters and fired at the angle 45 degrees, laying on the inclined mountain ledge. The guide held my legs to prevent my falling to the gorge. After the shot my Ibex fall to the bottom of the gorge to 350 meters down. The weather was getting worse and we hadn’t time to go down to the trophy together. The guide did it alone and it took him about 2 hours to take the head upstairs. Also I got the wolf during that trip. I was impressed by the beauty of Altay and the hospitality of the locals.

When the hunt in Magadan was finished we transferred by plane AN-28 to Tilichiki. From there we had to fly by helicopter to the hunting area for Chukotka Snow Sheep. We managed to do it just from the third attempt, the ridge was closed because of the low clouds. The camp was located on its usual place not far from the river. Five American hunters who were in that camp before us, all got trophies. Our outfitter was going to place us in 5 km down the channel of the river Vaenga but the helicopter refused to make it because of the low fuel level. It meant that we had to trek in 5-7 km far from the base camp to the area where the American hunters didn’t scout. I and my guide Igor trekked about 30 km at the first day. We noticed the Ram which stately standing on top of the peak, when it was three km to it. It’s much easier to go when you know where you go. It took us about four hours to get there. I noticed the ram once again on the 1200m height, it moved in 700m away from the top and pastured on the sunny slope then it lay down. I had some problems with the binoculars it couldn’t measure the distance well and it made the fire more difficult. We creeped to it at 350m from the back side. The guide told me that the distance was 400m and I agreed to him but then made the correction to 350m and it was my mistake. The bullet lay in 5 sm lower than the sheep. It jumped up and crossed the ridge. I think that all hunters know what I felt at that moment. I immediately rushed to catch the sheep and ran the shooting distance in a moment. After crossing the ridge I saw two small ravines which I had to overcome. There was the mountain basin with the exit to the main height, where the sheep could move there. I ran about 200-300 m and reached the right place. I could see anything coming. I’d heard the stone scree and observed the surroundings in binoculars but didn’t see anything. I went down 150m and went on observing. Igor joined me in 10 minutes and we both didn’t notice anything. Suddenly I’d hear the scree once again and saw the sheep which stand on the slope. It stayed there all time and we didn’t notice it. The first shot I did by eye and it was higher a little bit then I made the correction and got the trophy. It became 13 years old Snow Sheep.

По окончании охоты в Магадане мы самолетом Ан-28 вместе с друзьями перебросились в Тиличики. Оттуда нам предстояло на вертолете перелететь в район охоты на Чукотского барана. Удалось это сделать только с третьей попытки, из-за низкой облачности хребет был долгое время закрыт. Расположились как обычно базовым лагерем около реки. На этом  лагере до нас охотились пять американских охотников и всем удалось взять баранов. Первоначально организатор планировал нас перебросить на 5 км ниже по руслу реки Ваега, но из-за недостатка топлива вертолет отказался это делать. Для нас это означало, что нам придется уходить на 5-7 км дальше от базового лагеря в места, где американцы не успели нашуметь. У меня так и получилось, забегая вперед мы с егерем Игорем совершили в первый же день рейд на 30  км. Барана, величаво стоящего на вершине пика мы заметили еще при выдвижении на дистанции не менее 3 км. В такие моменты, когда ты знаешь куда тебе точно нужно идти ноги идут легче. Выдвигались до нашей горы около 4-х часов. Барана я заметил на высоте около 1200 метров над уровнем моря, он  на 700 метров отошел от пика и спокойно пасся на солнечном склоне, потом и вовсе лег отдыхать. У меня возникла проблема с биноклем, он перестал измерять дистанцию, что конечно же крайне усложняло стрельбу.. По обратной стороне склона удалось подойти к барану метров на 350, как мне показалось. Игорь же указывал дистанцию в 400 метров, тоже на глаз, я сним сначала согласился и установил соответсвующую поправку на прицел, но в последний момент перевел поправку на 350 метров, что в итоге оказалось ошибкой. Пуля легла сантиметров на 5 ниже барана, он вскочил и перевалил за склон. Думаю все охотники понимают, что ощущаешь в подобные мнгновения. Я сразу рванул догонять барана, пробежав дистанцию стрельбы и перевалив за хребет я увидел еще два небольших оврагов, которые мне было необходимо преодалеть, далее боьшой цирк с выходом на господствующую высоту, туда и должен двигаться мой баран. Пробежав еще метров 200-300, я вышел на нужное мне место откуда весь склон был как на ладони. Я услышал каменную осыпь и стал внимательно наблюдать в бинокль., барана к сожалению не видно. После я переместился еще метров на 150 ниже по склону и опять стал наблюдать. Минут через 10 ко мне присоеденился егерь Игорь. Ничего не видим. И тут я опять услышал осыпь и заметил на середине склона моего барана. Как ему удавалось оставаться незамеченным на открытом склоне долгое время ни мне ни Игорю была непонятна. Первый выстрел опять же на глазок я несколько завысил, но сразу введя поправку в прицел вторым выстрелом я добыл свой трофей. Им оказался старый баран 13 лет.

My first attempt to get the Okhotsk Snow Sheep in 2015 was unsuccessful. The local guides still can’t explain why all animals disappeared from that area in August 2015. I was luckier in the August 2016. Alexey Kim ( I hope he’d write his own report) was in the group with the Alexander Malkov- the outfitter, I was in the group with two other guides. The first day we saw female sheep with lambs and some males. The sheep which inhabit there prefer that area because of the saline. The hunt method was very effective. One of the guides started earlier then the rest of the group, looked for the animals and after finding the trophy size males her reported by radio where to go and made the corrections. The hunter and the second guide using this information chose the shortest way and promptly took measures to covert approach to the point.So it happened. The first guide told us that he noticed the good sheep, probably the one which we saw yesterday. We hurried up, if it was possible to say so. I tried to move legs more often. The guide who followed me was very patient and kept my tempo. We both hoped to see the old male on the top. It took us two hours to climb. But Roman – the first guide disappointed us when said that he lost the sheep which hid in the elfin woods. We had to walk about one km when came across a sleeping deer. It was the large young thoroughbred stag which wasn’t afraid of us and stood up when noticed us. These pictures were added to my photo collection. Probably it was him who frightened the sheep. Fortunately in a half an hour we found the sheep it slept on the sunny path on the other side of the slope. It was warm and light wind ( from its side to our) relaxed the old male and made him the perfect target for such the old hunter like me. The distance was 153m and I didn’t have chance to miss it. It was my compensation for the failure in 2015. Its left horn was trimmed (they say the animals do it by themselves for better observing) , the right horn -92 sm. It was the really old male. We went back with meat and it was hard and took lots of time. We reached our base at the midnight. Though the hunt didn’t take much time to find the trophy, it demanded from the hunter to be in good physical condition and be ready to walk a lot. I felt that had to train much.Hunt organization: Our outfitter Malkov Alexander Dmitrievich's worked as the guide in the past and always take part in all sheep hunts. Everything was organized very well. Our local guides Nikolay, Victor and Roman worked effectively, they noticed everything and knew the area. They are very diplomatic and well disciplined. All equipment is modern and new- tents, cots and radios. We had satellite phone to call to the helicopter company. Our cook Alexander was very experienced and all his dishes were tasty. Also we used generator for electricity. I used my own Blaser R8, 300 WinMag, Accubond 180 gr. and the telescope Carl Zeiss. We had binoculars Swarovski EL Range, one of which had our guide Nicolay and it helped us much. The weather was very changeable. On the forth day when the hunt was finished it dramatically changed to fog and we couldn’t fly from the camp. We waited for the chance to leave and when it happened, called to the heli company and they evacuated us from the mountain. Alexey Kim taught me to shoot for the long distances from 550m but I didn’t need it at that time but better to be ready. I knew that Alexander Egorov shot from 890m distance.

I have been hunting with my friends at the lands of Igor Dontsov. He is the member of CMH presidium, a good friend of mine. I already have the trophy of Okhotsk Snow Sheep in my collection, but when the luck and the possibility are present, I would improve my trophy result with a pleasure. The first trophy was the rum of 7years old age. The second day of the hunt brought us the group of four males on a distance of about one km and a half. They were among the rocky area. We decided to approach them from above, after the situation was analyzed. The move was hard, falling stones gave out our presence. Still, we managed to come more or less unnoticed to the distance 332 meters and I took the best male with the first shot. It was an old male of the age 13-14 years old with broken horn tips. Thanks to Igor for the warm meeting, splendid hunt and amazing river fishing.

I and my friend Telman from the Club of Mountain Hunters arrived to The Caucasus region when the season had just started. We planned that expedition beforehand and looked forward when it’d start. We had different goal but out dream to take great trophies was common. My friend wanted to get the trophy of the Mid Caucasian Tur because he’d got the Kuban Tur in the last season. I flew to Azerbaijan in the current year and bagged there the trophy of the Dagestan tur , so I needed to take the loots of the Mid-Caucasian and Kuban turs. These two species inhabited in the different regions but not far from each other.On August 5th we arrived to the habitat of the Mid Caucasian tur. The local outfitter Ivan met us at the place and we all drove to the mountains. We reached the height 1735 masl and decided to set a mobile camp there. It was about 7 pm. It gets dark early in the South. It became twilight before we knew it.The tent were put on the shore of the mountains river. We discussed plans for tomorrow while having dinner. Ivan told us that the second outfitter Ali would arrive at night with horses. We were going to drive to the height 2130 masl and then would leave the car and ride by horses.I woke up when Ali arrived and heard that the rain began. The situation didn’t change in the morning. The rain became stronger and we could see how the water level in the river rose before our eyes. We couldn’t imagine that would urgently evacuate the camp pretty soon. The water level rose by about 1.5 meters in four hours and it began to heat the tents. The rain stopped from time to time but then started with the new forces. At 3 pm we solved to moved up to the mountains. And suddenly when we’d reached the end of the car road the weather became better and the rain stopped. We went to the place where were going to camp but didn’t want to waste time and decided to examine the surroundings . It was about 5 pm but we went up to the slope. Suddenly I noticed the brown bear, it happened on the height 2300meters, and felt the thrill of the hunt. I jumped from the horse, snatched the gun and made all corrections. The distance was 230 m. I caught the aim in the sight and saw bear cubs. It was female. My hunting fervor cooled immediately.I even thought that the bear knew that I would not hurt it and moved with slow grace. We continued our way. Thus our group crossed the gorge on the height 2800 masl and came to the place where we were going to hunt. It was 7 pm. It was twilight when Ali detected the group of animals on the opposite slope and a trophy size male among them. He gave the signal that I could try to get it. Everything happened very fast. I prepared the gun, ran down to 2700m, took the comfortable position for shooting from behind the rock and fired. The distance was 330 meters with the angle 11 degrees. The bullet shifted to the center of the body but I hit it. The Tur ran about 50 meters and fall. The trophy was taken!Suddenly It became so dark as if somebody turned off the light. Telman, Alexander (cameraman) and I went to the tent camp while the guides rode by horses to bring the trophy. After a while they came back and I was impressed by its size. The Tur looked like an adult calf, with the height at the withers more than a meter. We had dinner and went to sleep being in the high spirit. Ivan and I woke up at 4.30 am and began to examine the mountains. In noticed the lonely tur in 800m from us which moved to our side and showed it to Ivan. It wasn’t lonely and was accompanied by four more animals and they all went to us. The guides told us that there was the natural saline soil not far from us and they were going there. We didn’t want to frighten them and had to prepare. I aroused Telman and told about the group. The animals changed the route while we were preparing and went to the top of the gorge. We all waited when they’d appear on the top but they were not there at 8 am. The only explanation was that they decided to have rest and stopped before reaching the top.Telman and Ivan decided to make the detour and reached them from the other side while I, Ali, Alex and Ahmat ( the guide’s assistant) stayed and observe from the camp. But in a half of an hour we saw how the Turs crossed the gorge and stopped to have rest in 1500m from us. We realized that Ivan and Telman went to the wrong direction and couldn’t tell them about it because they forgot the radio. Ali followed them and we left to wait. We monitored the group and didn’t hear the shot because the trophy male which they found lay to the side from the rest of the group. Then Telman call us by radio and said that got it. The trophy was taken from the distance 450 meters. We took it and congratulated each other.Our first goal was achieved!

The story about hunting for a Dagestan Tur in Azerbaijan began in June when the season had just started. It finished by the emotional and informative trip but I couldn’t get the trophy that time. The scope sight has been broken and I hope that it’s happened the first and the last time in my practice. That failure gave me force to try once again. I arrived to this country in the beginning of July to take the revenge. Azerbaijan and the Caucasus met me by thick fog and pouring rain. The weather didn’t favor us. Next morning it became a little bit better and our team which included me, the local outfitter Nariman and other staff moved to the mountains. We camp on the height 2900 masl and did it in time because the fog covered everything and we delayed the hunt for the next day. In the morning we examined all surrounding but didn’t find anything. The fog returned back at noon and we stayed in the camp. The last hunting day had come. I needed any trophy because would fly home next day. We detected just one male, which was not the trophy I'd desire to get, and for which visited this country twice but I had no choice. We discussed everything and I decide to take the trophy which the mountains gave me. It’d be hard to fly home with empty hands. I fired from the distance 390 meters and hit to its’ blade shoulder. The trophy was taken. Then we went down to the base and it was a long and hard way to descend from the height 3100 to 1360 masl. My hopes for this trip did not come true. But I believe that something extraordinary will wait me in future. I think that will come back there once again to take better trophy. Thank you very much to Nariman and his team. They all worked hard and everything was organized on the high level. We just got unlucky with weather and it’s the most important factor in each hunt in the mountains. More information about this trip you can find later in the video report.

I got two trophies with the horns 1.2m and 1.2m. Accommodation was in the tents. 

It was my first hunt for Ibex in Spain. The organization of the hunt was very well. The population of animals there is very high.  I fired from the distance 203m, used the rented Blazer 300 Rem. Ultra mag. I think that this hunt is too easy I’ve waited for smth more difficult. But from the other side I  combined it with the family vacation in Barcelona. The outfitter  will send me the official measurement of the trophy but he assured me that it’s the Silver medal. According the last info the SCI rating 78 3/8 points is the Silver medal, the Gold medal starts from 80 points.

Next morning, after the quick and easy hunt for the European mouflon we drove to the habitat of the Balkan Chamois. The direct distance between those two points was about 14 km but we had to go around mountains and it took us about 2 hours.At 9 am we were on the slope and started to examine the surroundings. There were 3 groups of females with babies but we weren’t interested in them and went on. At noon one of the guides noticed the lonely male which laid on the rocky balcony. The sun shined directly to optics that’s why we couldn’t estimate its’ size and decided to come closer. We could approach it 385 meters and tried once again. Martin and I argued once again about its age. I supposed that it was the nice but young male 6-7 years old. My fellows agreed with me and didn’t advice to get it. But according the weather forecast it would change to worse and the next two days there would be rain and storm. That argument made me to take the decision to take that trophy. Moreover there was interesting position for shooting. It laid in the very unusual place. The distance was 385 meters and the weather was sunny yet, though we saw dark clouds behind us. I made the accurate shot but the male twitched in death throes, slipped from the balcony and hung on the tree, which grew under it.It made the transportation procedure very difficult because there was about 30 meters from the ground to the top of the tree, where was our trophy and 4-5 meters from the balcony. The guided asked other staff for the help. We tied with the rope one of the guides and lowered him to the trophy. Then he tied the animal by another rope and we got them both up to the balcony. All that operation took 4 hours and we could see how the sunny weather was changing in a lightning storm. Thank you Bulgaria for your hospitality. All staff was very responsible and hard-working. I got two trophies in less than 24 hours and we flew home in a day earlier.

We had flown to Sofia and the next task was to receive the weapon. I was surprised how easy and well organized it was. The airport officer checked the gun, filled all papers and gave me the temporary permit . In a half of an hour my fellow and I drove to the hunting area. The local outfitter Stoyan Trofonov met us at the airport. We were going to the mountains to take the trophies of the European mouflon and Balkan Chamois.The way to Rodopi- the habitat of those animals, took about 3 hours and it was about 4 pm when we arrived.The twilights would start at 8 pm and we didn’t want to waste time and went to the hunt immediately not testing the guns. I was sure in my weapon because it was good packed before the transportation. So my friend, I and two guides moved to the mountains. We left the car in one km from the base and climbed about 80 meters. One of us detected the male which lay on the opposite slope. There was a strong gusty wind, up to 12-15 m/s. We estimated the male and agreed that it was a good sample and we would try to get it. I argued with Martin, one of the guides, how old it was. My suggestion was that it was 10 years old or even older because its horns closed the circle. In any words it was a trophy worthy. I measured the distance, 280 metes, made necessary correction to the distance and wind and prepared for a shot. The chief guide Buyan monitored the mouflon through the scope. I turned to him and asked for the permission to fire but the he shook the head left to right what I understood as NO. I asked him: “Why? Why can’t I fire?” and he replied that that sign in Bulgaria meant YES and it was a common situation with the foreign hunters who didn’t understand it. Thus, such trifle could influence the hunt! Then I took comfortable position and shot. The trophy was taken!It began to slide down the slope and we went to it. It was about 8 pm when we arrived back to the base after all procedures. That hunt in Bulgaria was very easy. The trophy had horns 85 sm and was 10 years old.

Interesting and didactic was this hunt. Many times, I told to myself and to other people that the main rules shouldn’t be ignored. However, on some magic reason the one does the mistakes from time to time. My first trip to Armenia was on 18 March, when I was hunting Bezoar Ibex. I want to remind that this trophy has a separate rating position in the list of CMH, and, from recent times, it was included in to the special “Caucasus Prize” with the Armenian Mouflon. Early in the morning I went to the area of hunting. Before that I reminded myself several times to check the rifle. In the morning everything turned around and the organizers told me that the hunt is going to be very easy, because they know the position of Ibex well and it will be possible to shoot soon after the short elevation and close from the road.    Surprisingly, it was as they predicted. Me and ranger started waiting for the goats after we walked literally fifty meters from the road. The animals went slightly from different direction, but everything was like the organizers predicted. I clearly saw five males on the distance 380 meters under the angle of 43 degrees.           I felt no doubts in shooting, I took the stable and comfortable position and made a high-quality shot. I was very surprised, when the ranger told me that the bullet hit above the animal, though I have done all the calculations and I understand the features of the shooting under the large angles good enough. I was hesitating and didn’t shoot the other goats: what if the animal is injured? I took my favorite carbine 338 LM of the caliber, with which I shoot undoubtfully from the very long distances. However, the ranger was right. The other guys, who were observing the hunt from the other mountain ridge, have seen all five goats leaving upright.   Even after that I didn't check the rifle. One mistake after another started. When we elevated from the height 13500 meters to 2100 meters above sea level, in two hours we found our group of males. The shooting on the distance 290 meters. Missed. Then was the shooting on the distance 550 meters. Missed. And on the 340 meters miss as well. I had no doubt that the problem is in the gun. Moreover, due to the bad knowledge of the Russian language, I couldn’t understand from the local rangers, where the bullet hit. To make the story short, at that day I made enough mistakes for the many future years. I returned from that trip without any trophy. Zeroing in on the target in Moscow demonstrated the dislocation from the point of aiming on the seven cm at the shooting from the distance 100 meters. It is easy to calculate the mistakes on the distances I have been shooting. The weapon should be always checked after the long trips flights. By the way, zeroing in must be done not on the stones, but on the special target, for estimating the point of hit. I returned to Armenia after two weeks. I had to put off the bad mark. At the second time, I checked everything and insured myself in quality of aiming. We elevated to the almost same area and the animals were on the height of about 1900 meters above sea level. We have seen the herd of females while moving, which frightened off our males. The males moved 500 meters along the slope. I took the Ibex from the first shot from the distance 360 meters. It became the 37th in my collection.