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By the classification of the Capra Club, the Siberian Ibex, harvested in Kyrgyzstan, is considered to be Mid Asian subspecies. I hunted for it in October 2009 and remembered it because of  the unusual way how I got it. We rode by horses when detected the old male which pastured on the slope. I approached it  the shooting distance and  started to aim. I made the mistake which forgivable for a beginner but not for me, I took the uncomfortable position for shooting. If you didnt' take the right position It’d influence to your shot. My leg stumbled when I fired and the bullet flew far from the goat. It disappeared in the rocks. I went to look for it, descended by the steep slope and suddenly noticed it staying behind the rocks. Telling the truth I saw just its neck between stones and its back.  It was unacceptable for me to shoot in its backside that’s why I targeted to the neck, seen in the crack between stones and fired. We hear the roar from the shot and stones will painted by the blood, it meant that I did the accurate shot and got the trophy. When went down, we found the goat in the cave where It lived. So it was. The goat was old but  I couldn’t say that it had good trophy size. Its horns were less than 90 sm, that’s why I decided to come back and try to harvest bigger one  in some time. I’m going to make it in the mountains of Tajikistan, Kyrgyzstan or Kazakhstan.

This hunt was organized during my business trip to Madrid. I had business meeting with the CIC representatives there. The guys from the Profi Hunt company organized everything very quickly and with good quality. My old familiar Diego, who took  part in the wolf hunt in Saratov with us, met me from the Spanish side. But that was another story. A Gredos Ibex is one of the forth Goats which inhabit in Spain and is the biggest one, that’s why I decided to start to collect my Spanish Slam from it. When we drove to the hunting area Diego reminded me about the restaurant which is belonged to the Family Kandidos. This wonderful place is known because of its main dish, fried suckling pig, which they cut by the plate to show how good and qualitatively it is cooked. Fortunately it was on our way and we visited it to taste it. I was glad to plunge into the centuries-old history of this institution. That restaurant, located near the ancient bridge built  many centuries ago by the Romans, is a cultural monument  and the pride of its town. Everything was very tasty and I could get acquaintance with the representatives of this old family. In the evening we arrived to the hotel and went to bed because the hunt would start at early morning. I arrived to  Spain with  Viktor Nikolaevich Kim who always supported all my hunting offers but that is another story which I’d tell later. We tested our rifles and moved to the mountains, the part of the way we drove by car and then walked. It should be notice that Spanish mountains are very comfortable for walking in the comparison with the mountains where I used to hunt before and the density of animals there are high. It was one of the easiest hunts in which I took place. We went to the region where the guides observed the big male before. We saw different males while walking but in an hour our group came to the needed place. I and guides watch surrounding using the binocular and noticed the herd of animals, our male was pastured among them. I fired from the distance 300m and hit by the first shot. The beast fell on the stones and didn’t give the sing of life. That was the Golden Trophy. In March 2012 I’ll try to harvest other three sub species of Spanish goats to pretend to the Capra World Slam by the version of the North American Association of the Ovis Hunters.

The hunt for Beceite Ibex was organized by Profi Hunt company and their Spanish partner Diego and took place in November, 2012. I flew to Madrid from Nurnberg where visited big Hunting Show IWA-2012 and we drove by car to the south-west from the city. The the hunting area was in  350 km from Madrid and it  took us 3.5 hours. The heights were from 1200 to 1500masl. The local guides monitored the herd of males from the early morning, the one of the Ibex had huge horns, locals called such animals “Monster”. We moved to the area where they were seen but while the guides met us the herd moved to the nearest forest and disappeared. We noticed them just when they were far behind us, the males felts us and ran to another forest. After a while another group of the local guides found them in 500 m from us. We got into the car and drove to the pointed destination. The males peacefully grazed on the lawn. The shooting distance was 300m. I defined my male from the group, made the shot and missed it. Once again, I am convinced that it is necessary to test a new weapon, feel its trigger check optics, but we have disregarded this iron rule, as the result I missed the shot. I felt that my shot wasn’t good. I used Remington cal. 270, Ultra Super Light, the sight with the variable multiplicity  Swarovsky 4 to 12. We didn’t see any males at that day. Spent the night in the cozy comfortable 4 star hotel “Black truffle” and early morning drove to the mountains. I insisted on testing the gun and made some corrections by vertical.  We found  males in the first gorge, one of them had the trophy size and we tried to approach. The goats were moving in the bottom of the gorge and came to the opposite slope at last. The distance was 170m. I got it by the first shot and made the second one just to be sure.

The hunt for Mallorcan Wild Goat was organized by Profi Hunt company and Diego Shartrustegi on Majorca, Cape Formentor, in July,2013. We started at 6am and went to look for a trophy male  on the mountains in the picturesque north-eastern part of the island. I was accompanied by the local guide Gabriel. At the first day we saw lots of males and one of them was even trophy size but decided to continue our searching because Gabriel observed much bigger one in that region before. At 10.30 am we finished our hunt because all animals went to the forest trying to hide from the sun.  Next day in the morning July 23rd, we found the group of males, one of which had good trophy features. I took the comfortable position and waited when It’d appear once again but it didn’t come. We climbed to the top where the males grazed before but didn’t find them because the goats came to the forest. After the short discussion we decided to come back later in the evening, climb to the highest top and wait when the goats would come to the mountains for a night. At  7.30pm we noticed the lonely male who were going up to the mountains. I fired from the distance 178m and got it by the first shot. Then Gabriel asked me to shot one more young male with the untypical  color. This goat has been removed according the sanitary shooting. The distance was 180m and I got it by the second shot.

During my hunting trip for a chamois in New Zealand I decided to harvest the local feral goat. We were climbing about half an hour where noticed some grazing males when our guide John saw the black male goat which pastured in the sheep’s herd a little bit lower then we were. We estimated the trophy and made the decision to take it. While we went down, the male hid from our sight for a while. I took the comfortable position and tried to find it,  watching into the sight. Suddenly I noticed black animal which stood behind the bush and prepared to fire. But when it came out of hiding it happened to be sheep not goat. I doubted that we’d seen the goat before though we all, including guides were sure that it was the goat. John also realized that it was the sheep but was ready that I’d shoot by mistake. Thanks to my experience which didn’t disappointed me I didn’t shoot without seeing the target clearly. That is one of the main hunter’s rule. We looked around and saw our goat on the slope I approached him not to be seen and fired. I got this trophy from the first shot.

Hunt for the Feral Goat  more belongs to the rated than applied hunts. Not difficult conditions make it easy and available for lots of hunters. Hunt for Mallorcan Wild Goat is one of them. We arrived to the area of its habitat and started to look through binoculars on the slopes. Soon we found the goat and I got it by the second shot. It was the good trophy for the “Super-30” list, because it’s included only to the that list, according to the rules. The Mallorcan Wild Goat can be included to the list “Super-20”. I managed to captivated Viktor Nikolayevich Kim to become the member of “Ovis” and try to get results. He harvested Kri-Kri Ibex and Himalayan (introduced) Tahr and made the plan for “ Super-20”. One more Russian hunter will be presented in the results tables of the Ovis Assosiation.

After finishing the hunt for the Blue  Sheep in Nepal, Artem and I moved to the area where we were going to hunt for a Himalayan Tahr. My camp was located on the height 3200malsm, Artem’s camp on the height 3460m. First day we climbed to 3900masl and 4250 on the second day. It made us tired and add some correction to the hunt process. The landscape consisted of the steep slopes and all  ascents and descents took a lot of efforts. In the first day we didn’t see any tahr though spent 6 hours looking into the binoculars. In the evening we contacted with the Artem’s group and they told us that saw some male and even tried to fire but missed. Sheri made the decision to join that group and hunt together. I wasn’t sure that they were glad but both hunters (I and Artem) harvested our desired trophies. In the morning I, Sheri and another local guide rose to the top. In went up any strength left. We spent about a week in the mountains and I felt the accumulated fatigue and legs just refused to go up. Only the will and the desire to quickly achieve my award led me go on.  There was a protracted and steep rise. At last we reached the top and started to observe the surroundings. One of us noticed the group of females and a male. I missed the first shot, the bullet went higher. Artem fired at the same time to another male and theses shooting made  move other animals which located in the  in the crevices of the mountain range. I found the tahr which was rapidly descending from the steep mountains and began to aim it. I hit the moving male from the distance 550m. My guides left me and ran directly  to the trophy. I realized that could not go down with the gun, slopes were very steep, and started to look for the more gentle descent. I was really angry for them at that moment. I did not despair, gathered my strength and found the path which led me to Artem’s group. We both got the trophies. Later in the camp I explained to my guide how dangerous it could be to leave the hunter alone. All people are different and somebody not being in good physical condition could be in panic and make the tragically mistake.

I got the trophy of European mouflon in June, 2006 in Bulgaria. The local outfitter was Stoayn Trifonov. The hunt was organized in the mountain area where we waited the male in the backstage located on the paths where they used to go. I harvested it by the first shot, cal. 30-06. The trophy was rated for the Gold medal.

I got Esfahan Mouflon and moved to another hunting area near the Kochmar town in 1200 km to the east from Esfahan.  It was a long trip with the stop for a night but interesting and not tedious. In the morning we drove for a  hunt. In the first day we walked a lot, watched the binoculars looking for males but saw just females. In the evening we detected the group of males and decided to find them on the next day. On the second day we drove to the mountain massif from the other side and started climbing. It took us about an hour and a half. There we found the herd of sheep, males and females together. We approached them and it took us more three hours. The sheep grazed in such uncomfortable place that it was difficult to shoot. The distance was about 550m by the high angle and we couldn’t come closer. I decided to fire and missed. All herd ran away. During the next two hours we tried to reach them but animals smelled or noticed us and we didn’t get any results. We descended three hours. It was a hard walking day. Next morning my legs ached with fatigue and the locals decided to spare me and organized a search for the male in the hills, not in the mountains. They were sure that there would be the group of sheep and were right. In forty minutes we noticed the group of four males, the eldest one was 7 years but I didn’t have choice because it was the last hunting day. I harvested it from the distance 250m by the first shot.

The hunt for so called Mid-Caucasian Tur was organized by the Profi Hunt company in September,2013 in Karachayevo-Circassian Republic. The fact is that, the biologists didn't classify this subspecies, they’ve defined two main species of Dagestan or Eastern Tur and Kuban or West-Caucasian Tur. The Ovis Association distinguished this subspecies which inhabit on the boundary between these two, which I mentioned above. Being honest its horns are different in the shape from the other species horns. They aren’t like the horns of the Dagestan or Kuban turs, they have their own specific form. The base camp was located on the height 2000mals and represented a Kosh (log house), which belonged to the local hunter Edward. He was born and grew up in that area, he knew it like his fingertips, knew the habits and behavior of animals in different periods of their life. Edward made all biological activities, left salt and monitored the population. Eduard produced a very good and positive impression of his modesty and neatness. It was obvious how sensitive he was to the nature, knew and loved it. At noon we arrived to the hunting area and went to the salt lick to observe how turs would come for feeding in the evening. We finished at 8 pm and went back to the camp. The original plan was to rode by horses along the gorge to the Georgia boundary but when they understood that I’ d climb to steep Caucasian mountains we changed it. Edward suggested to storm the adjacent mountain because was sure that the big group of turs inhabited there. The ascent from 1950m to 3110m took us three hours. The path led through the mountain forest first and then through the mountain meadows. There were snow at that height. We had a short rest after the climbing and notice fresh tracks of turs. After that we defined where they could be and followed them not forgetting about the wind. Edward who always went ahead us was the first who spotted the males. Ten animals stood tight on the top. We managed to crawl to them to 200m. Using the sight I designated two males which were bigger than other. One of them stood higher than others. I aimed but suddenly the other animals felt something. Probably it was the wind or they heard how Edward moved with the camera. They stood up and closed my male partially. I had to fire to the body of the leaving tur. The second shot I made when the group was running and the bullet hit the rock. I was sure that I made the accurate shot and told Edward about it. He trailed the tracks and saw the bloody track in a dozen meters. It separated from the group and led down, under the rock. At the same time I heard a scree of stones. The rest of the herd was on the opposite slope already in a km from us. I went up about twenty meters and detected the wounded tur under me on the rock. I made the kill shot. All other actions were as always but I remembered how we delivered the trophy to the base camp. Edward told us that he never left the meat of the harvested animal because it was a sin and not ethically. The hunting luck could leave us if we did so. We gutted the internal cavity, sewed it up with rope against the dirt and dragged the carcass down. Later in the base camp we cut meat and cooked tasty roast with onion.

The hunt was organized in the hunting area which belongs to the Solenovsky Hunting company of the Krasnodar region. The outfitter was the local association of hunters (RORS) and PH Sergey Solotuhin, who knows and loves his business and the history of hunt in his region. We spent the night on the main base and then moved to the mountain base. We drove up about two hours by the bed of the mountain river and then rode by horses six more hours. The weather changed several times while we were riding, the last two hours it was snow. The hunt took place at the beginning of November and was difficult because the estrus didn’t start yet and the most animals preferred to stay in the mountain forest where it was hard to detect and approach them. When we woke up in the morning, the weather didn’t change. It was still snow and strong wind blew, all mountains were hidden under the cover. We decided to go up just for luck, to the destination where the group of males was seen two day ago. About an hour we rode by horses to the height 2400m and then walked to the edge of the ridge looking for the males. We all went to different sides. I came to the end of the rock and detected two males which had rest in fifteen meters under me.  I estimated their sizes and made the decision to shoot not waiting for the guides. The trophy was got by the first shot. I used by favorite 338 WM. Unfortunately it fell into the abyss and it took us three hours to descend by the steep slope to the bottom of  the gorge, looked it and then lifted it. The weather was awful and we worked hard while lifting it to the horses. The trophy was got the Grand Prix and it was a big luck with such unpredictable and complicated hunt.

The hunt took place in Azerbaijan in summer 2010, in the Kuba region. Everything was organized by the local outfitter. The first night we spent in the base camp then drove by Urals  to the mountains, about an hour and a half. The rest of the way we walked up to the height 2200masl. It was the corral hunting. The first male was harvested from the distance 320m. the second one from 100m. The trophy on the picture is estimated for the Bronze medal. We went down to the river and cooked shish kebab from the fresh meat in haste.

The hunt for Esfahan Mouflon was one of the several hunts during my second trip in Iran, in February,2014. My fellows Israfil and Hasan met me at the airport and we immediately drove to the destination of Esfahan town where the sheep with such name inhabited. After arrival I had the rest less than an hour and started for the hunt at 7 am. That time I took my favorite gun with 338 cal. I tested it and drove to the mountains. I was amazed by the number of animals. Herds of gazelles grazed everywhere, as in the African savannas in South Africa. There were about 5000 gazelles at that area, the sheep population was about 1700 specimen plus 1500 Ibexes. We detected sheep on the nearest gorge and spent some time to approach them from the right direction. I fired from the distance 200m and got it by the first shot. Probably it was one of the easiest  sheep hunts. Then we got on the road to the East of the country to the boundary with Afghanistan where were going to harvest the Transcaspian Urial.

The first time when we were going to hunt for the Blue Sheep in Nepal was in 2008 but couldn’t make it because Artem’s schedule changed, tried to  extend dates several times and at decided to book November, 2014. We arrived to Katmandu and spent  two day at that awful town, sightseeing, preparing docs and buying souvenirs. On the first of November we flew by helicopter about one hour to the west from Katmandu to the hunting area near Dhorpatan. The village was located on the height 2900masl. In the first day we went about 45 minutes from the village and set the camp on the heigh 3200m. Next day in the morning we trekked to the base camp, which was located on the height 3850 masl. While going we detected the group pf sheep and tried to approach them but the fog interfered us. On the next day we divided into two groups. I was in the one group with Sheri, the representative of the State Hunting service Jim and the cameraman Oleg, Artem with Gonga and his young assistant were in the second group. Artem went to look for the sheep which we saw yesterday, while I and my fellows climbed to the top. We ascended to the height 4300 masl and noticed the herd of males there. The animals were in two km from us and we started to approach them. Everything worked well, I came close, found good size males, the shooting distance was comfortable (distance 512m), but for some unclear reason, I failed the first shot again. I couldn’t take the trophy by the next three shots, the bullets went upper, we saw it later when analyzed the video. Then we went up to the next peak, watching the leaving sheep but decided not to fire. It was a long way back and took us more than four hours. We went down from the height 4300 to the place where I did my first shot 3800m, then ascended once again to 4170m and got down to the camp -3850m. It was a night when we arrived to the camp and we were tired. Unfortunately this crossing caused the psychological trauma for our camera man Oleg. He was broken because of the terrible tension and the accumulated fatigue and could not work well next day. He failed his work and didn’t make good video. Same thigh happened with him when we hunted for the Himalayan Tar. Artem missed too at that day. The second day started from the ascent to the height 4170m and then we trekked a lot by the snow-covered peaks. Suddenly I noticed the group of males on the snow side of the gorge. They were trophy males.  I fired by the angle 37 degrees from top to bottom and missed once again. My skill to shoot at the running aims saved me. I got my sheep. It was good  male 10-11 years old. Artem was lucky too and we both transferred to another region to continue the hunt for Himalayan Tar.

The hunt took place in August,2012. I flew to Yakutia from Magadan where I, Diter Shram, Viktor Nikolaevich, Alexander Gomonov and Nikolay Daydchenko hunted for sheep and bears. I must say that I haven’t get my trophy there but I've received lots of impressions. So I booked the plane An-26 and arrived to Yakutsk hoping to get the Yakutia Snow Sheep there.  The hunt was organized by Innokenty ( I don’t remember his last name). He was very professional and easy going guy. The weather stayed stable and we flew to the mountains at the same day. I was accompanied by my friend and hunter beginners Mikhail Borodulin. The local guides waited us at the camp. Next morning we divided into several groups , the ours moved to the Black mountain. It was called so because of the huge loose stone which crowned its top. We saw lots of track through the binoculars and detected the group of females later. It was evident that sheep chose that place and the chance to meet good size male there is high. We ascended to the top and when it started rain, we had to stop. One of  us noticed the young male and we moved to its direction. At the same time I noticed the group of 7 males which tightly  stood on the slope. I chose the male which grazed separately from others, took the comfortable position, the distance was 300m. I got it by the first shot. It was a good trophy, with horns more than one meter. Next morning I flew back and left Mikhail to get his first sheep. As he said, in fifteen minutes after my leaving the mountains were sucked by the strong clouds and it snowed all day, got about 40 cm.

Several times I tried to get Okhotsk Snow Sheep in Magadan region but managed to do it just from the third attempt. The total number of days which I spent looking for a trophy is 14 days. Taking into account that each day we walked from 10 to 25 km, the total distance is huge. During the first and second trips I even didn’t see any male, not talking about the chance to shoot. That’s why when I decided to try my luck once again I entrusted this work to the local outfitter Culu Safari. This is a family company which belongs to Sergey Rudakov and his wife and partner Irina. This company gained the reputation on the foreign hunting market, organizing hunt for foreign hunters. Almost all famous sheep hunters were the guests of Sergey. He has several well equipped hunting bases in Magadan, huge hunting area and all equipment. They organizes hunt for three subspecies of snow sheep (Yakutia, Okhotsk and Kolyma) which inhabit there and also hunt for brown bear in spring.  All guides are very professional. I was accompanied by the camera man Oleg Laptev, and three guides: Sergey “Generator”, Andrey “tragopan”, and one more Andrey “50/50”. A young cook Philip “Pointer” joined us later on the second camp. They received these nicknames during our being in the mountains and it happened in different situations. The guys were transferred to the camp in 10 days before our arrival to scout and watch but the weather changed all plans. It was rainy during all days and they had to sit in the tents. I also rescheduled the arrival dates in a week because of weather. But when I arrrived it became better and we flew to the camp on the next day. The base camp consisted of the big tents with stoves which are always used in such hunts. They are comfortable enough to stay there. Two days we spent looking for a male and walked about 40 km. We used the usual tactic to ascend to the highest top and observe the terrain. Unfortunately  we found just females sheep. The guides ran and scouted the other peaks trying to find males. Then we decided to move to another camp. At the first day there we went to check some ranges and frightened the young bear which fled at the full speed when smelled us. Next day I with Sergey and Oleg  conquered the main mountains massif while Philip and Andrey “tragopan” checked the other tops. It took us two hours to climb to the top. Philip contacted us by the radio, while we were having the rest there and told that detected the male but couldn’t define its size because it was too far. He gave us the landmarks where to go but they were wrong  that’s why we called him “Pointer”. Then with help of our questions he pointed us the right way. Omitting the details I just tell you that we found two males which had the rest in one km from us. Then everything was as usual, we decided how to reach them taking into account the landscape and wind. I approached the animals 160m  together with the operator from above. I got the trophy by the first shot, it was not big male 7 years old but I saw it in the sight and it was the conscious decision. I wanted to broke that chain of  ineffective hunts. Moreover it was my 12th sheep what meant that I got World Ovis Slam from Ovis Assosiation. I needed quantity not quality and did it on purpose. The second sheep was even younger less than 4 years old. This hunt showed me that the sheep population in Magadan is less in comparison with Yakutia or Kamchatka where I got all my trophies at the first days. But I was satisfied by the hunt, though I worked hard and liked how it was organized. All staff is very qualified. I called Sergey as “ Generator” because sitting in the camp he fountained by lots of different ideas. Andrey “50/50” twisted his knee at the first day in the mountains and sat all days in the camp because could walk and terrible limped. Another Andrey “tragopan” had got this nickname because he moved in the mountains very fast as none of us could do. I’ve told  about Philipp already.

I hunted in September, 2011. Everything was organized by the Profi Hunt company and local guy Konstantin Kalin, professional outfitter who lived in Palana. All transfers were made by helicopter. Out route was so Petropavlovsk-Kamchatky- Palana – Tilichiki, - Manili and  lots of temporary camps. The last one was located on the Penzhino River. Such significant movements needed because there were three arears where this species inhabited.  I couldn’t get Kamchatka snow sheep that time because the male, which we found, was young less than 4 years and I didn’t shoot. Moreover I took good size trophy of this sheep in 2006 on the Icha River. After arrival to the mountain camp we detected two males on the opposite slope. Next morning we moved to their direction and climbed 1700m when noticed two males which grazed below us on the meadow. The distance was from 570 to 640m. Suddenly an old male appeared from behind the rock above us, the distance was 300m, but smelled us and went to the mountains. The group of males, we were watching, didn’t come to our side and laid for the rest. We made the decision that the guides would feint around their rear and provoke them to move to us. I estimated the shooting condition and was ready to fire if needed. When the sheep smelled the guides they ran up to the mountains and I had to shoot. The trophy was harvested by the second shot from the distance 640m. The preliminary estimation showed that it could be rated to the Bronze Medal but one of its horns was broken in 5 sm. The Koryak Snow Sheep was taken.

This hunt was a part of our Kamchatka expedition in 2011. We got away from the capital of Kamchatka ( Petropavlovsk- Kamchatsky) closer to the boundary with Chukotka and Koryak region. The base camp was located on the Penzhino River and I and my guide Alexander flew to the temporary one, set on the Kolyma highlands. They said that some snow sheep with white color were seen there. Nikolay told me later that observed two of them. These sheep looked like Canadian Dall sheep. While landing we detected one male but couldn’t find it later in the evening.  In the morning we went to the mountains. We were walking about three hours when Alex noticed the sheep which had  rest in two km from us. We made the decision to approach it going along the edge of the ridge which it couldn’t see. We detected two more males while moving. We managed to come to 300 m to it and could come closer because the sheep didn’t smell or see us. But I didn’t want to shoot from the small distance. I got it from the first shot but it stood rooted to the spot because a bullet pierced his spine. I made the second shot and it fell. It was a golden trophy of Kolyma Snow Sheep. It had such a thick and dense fleece that we didn’t find the entry or exit wound from the bullet. We joked that it died of fright and a loud shot in the mountains. Alex wanted to take the skin but realizing how far and we had to go up we decided to leave it. Immediately after it the weather started to become worse but we were in a good mood. We took the trophy and had enough meat to wait out the bad weather in the tent. Just imagine how we were surprised  when after coming back to the camp we were going to eat something when heard the hum of the helicopter. The pilots arrived to take us because the weather was changing. We crammed all equipment including tent and flew away. Thank you very much to them. It was the best crew ever among all my helicopter’so flights.

The main habitat of Aoudad or Barbary Sheep is the North Africa, mountains of Morocco, Chad and Sudan. But for years these animals were resettled to different countries and even continents. The sustainable population of these beautiful sheep inhabit in the mountains on the North of Spain, Croatia and Makedonia. The limited hunt for it is organized in the USA and in the SA. I hunted in the area which belonged to my friend Ryan Ebbot and located not far from the Kuruman town on the north of the SA. Ryan’s hunting area is really nice with different landscape and very picturesque.  About 30 years ago his Dad’d brought the small group of this species and now they formed the good population which lives in the highlands. We found the group of 25 animals and tried to define the biggest male. Two males stood out from the group by the size of the horns. We determined the landscape and the wind direction and made the plan how to reach them. The distance to the herd was about 900m. We approached from above as usual. To come close being  unnoticed to the herd of sheep was a difficult task, despite all our caution animals moved from the place and we detected them on the opposite slope in 250m from us when went out from the hill. One of the biggest males walked at the end, I estimated the situation and decided to fire. That distance wasn’t critical for me. It was difficult to say what shot hit the sheep because I aimed to the moving animal and it made some changes. In any case after the third shot the sheep fell. It was very nice trophy, which graced my collection.