Отчеты охотников

Dagestan tur is taken!!!

"Frost and sunshine; it's a beautiful day!"Super Slam taken!!!Thanks to Gennady Anatolievich Kislov for a great hunt!I would also like to thank Evgeny Kharitonov for his support in this adventure!

The difficulty of the hunt was finding this trophy. The island is quite big. We were split into 3 groups and it was pouring rain. We walked around many places in 5 hours. We found Kri-Kri in one of the glades, it was hiding under a canopy of rocks because of the heavy rain. The rain was so heavy that we were soaked to the skin and the temperature was less than 5 ºC. We approached the animal at a distance of 70 metres. Once again we shot from the hand. Croatians don't like to use tripods. The first shot missed, the second hit the running ibex. The ibex was 9 years old.

Siberian roe deer taken on 27 August 2021. Range 208 metres.

The hunt took place on 2-3 November 2023 in Kabardino-Balkaria in the Chegem Gorge. On 2 November we climbed up to the base camp (2 tents) at 2460m. We spent the night there. On 3 November from 2:00 to 6:30 we climbed to 3050m. In some places it was raining, then snowing. It was not easy. At dawn we saw 3 turs at a distance of 653-690 metres. Shooting angle 26°. Blaser R8, calibre 300 win mag. The tour was taken. Then there was an ascent for the tour and its descent down the mountain. We returned to the base camp at 14:30.

A bear was taken from an approach.

Like the feral goat hunt, the sheep hunt was over sharp rocks and in the bush, and we had to walk almost the length of the island to find the sheep. In total we walked 10 kilometres in sunshine and +22 C°. 10 minutes before dusk we came to a clearing where we found a herd of 10-12 sheep. 2 males and the rest females. One was quite young and the other turned out to be a large adult sheep. This time we had to shoot from hand and very quickly. The distance was about 70 metres. The first shot missed. The second stopped the running sheep. The shot was accurate. Age 8-9 years old.

The hunt took place in the bush and on sharp rocks. We had to wade up and down through thick bush and rocks. The search lasted several hours. A group of goats were standing in the bush. I picked out the biggest one and shot it. Shot from the hand. Range 30 metres. The animal was taken with one shot. Age 7-8 years.

The hunt took place in the Rutul district. We travelled on foot, although horses were available. Early in the morning we climbed from 2600m to 3700m. We did not see any groups of males and the weather was changing rapidly. The forecast was for snow. After a long search we found a trophy male in a mixed herd. I took him from a distance of 165 metres. It was the most difficult hunt I had ever had. I had to catch up and overtake the herd, and it was very difficult in the absence of oxygen. It was literally a battle with myself. As a result, the trophy was taken. And the weather got so bad that it was impossible to stay in the mountains. The Dagestan tour is in the piggy bank!

The ridge where our hunt took place connects two peaks. We watched the aurochs with binoculars from one side and from the other. We left at 3:00 in the morning and arrived at the site at 6:00. We expected to see the animals coming up from their feeding grounds. Surprisingly, there were very few turs in the area we had scouted the night before. The distance to them was about 700m and there was no way to get closer. Some time later, on the neighbouring peak, on the other side of the ridge, we noticed a stir, a loud whistle revealing a group of turs. The whistle meant we had been spotted. The male came out from behind a rock and stared at us, trying to see the potential danger. We froze. For them we were in plain sight. We could send Marat around the mountain and try to push them from that side. It wasn't certain that they would run in our direction, but there was still a chance. Or we had to go down and walk around the mountain together. I liked this idea better and we went down... The walk took another 1.5 hours. We went down, around the mountain on loose rock, then on boulders and a glacier. As we climbed we immediately saw 4 turs and after measuring the distance I decided to shoot. I took off my rucksack, unfolded the rifle, set up the bipods and took another look through the binoculars to see all the animals on the cliff. Two twin brothers stood on a stone, one lying a little lower in the shade. Just beyond the huge gateposts, the male appeared, walking around the herd as if looking out and counting them, like a leader. As he walked along the edge of the mountain, he paused for a moment and turned his head to the side, revealing his spread majestic horns. Looking through the binoculars, I desperately searched the rocks for more males, but I had a feeling that this 'leader' would not stay still for long. Tur walked again, and I kept him in sight until he stopped. The shot deafened me and the guide. The ringing in my ears lingered for a while. And I wondered if the animal had fallen or not. It seemed to me that the trophy had stepped behind the rock, although the crack said it had been hit. "Yes, it fell on the spot," said Marat, "it seems to me that it is there." And it was his "I think" and his hastily assembled ammunition that made me nervous until the last moment, when Marat, who had climbed first, found the lying tur and, lifting its head by the horns, showed me my trophy. I shouted with joy to all the mountains.

We started the hunt as usual at 6:00. It was raining very hard. So we had to wait in the huntsmen's house. We started the hunt at 10:00. We explored many places on the way. The dense forest did not allow us to approach silently. We saw several mixed groups of males and females. But they always ran away when they saw and heard us. In the ravine at the edge of the bush we found a decent male mouflon. It took me about 30 seconds to shoot. Range 240 metres. Angle +5°. The shot was in the heart. The mouflon fell instantly. It was an eight year old mouflon.

We started hunting at 6:00. We explored many places and groups. In one place we saw several chamois. One female stood out with big horns. The animal was 290 metres away. The chamois was lying down. After waiting a while, the huntsman whistled and picked it up. The shot was in the middle, which prevented the animal from being taken with one shot. The animal was taken with the second shot. Distance 290 metres. Angle +18°. Temperature +5 °С. Age 8-9 years.