Отчеты охотников

A one-day hunt. I arrived, drove to the area, got a bear, drove back to town. Thanks to the organisers for all their hard work. Vyazemsky Promkhoz Ltd. Vasily Tarasenko +7-914-171-3

Russian Super Slam. Deer taken at a distance of 570 metres.

The second Siberian ibex, taken in Sayan.

Siberian ibex, taken in Sayani.

It took us two days to get the Mid - Caucasian chamois trophy. The hunt was remarkable because first we found a Caucasian red deer and while waiting for it to come out of the gorge, we found a chamois lying on a cliff with binoculars. The chamois was taken with the first shot at a distance of 350 metres. From the shot on the chamois the deer jumped out from behind the rocks, I had time to make a correction and the deer was taken at a distance of 570 metres. I will also add the report on the stag. Thanks to High Hunt Pro Ltd (Dmitry Grigoriev) and guide Murat Alkatsev for organising such an interesting hunt.

Moose hunt on foot during mating season. The animal was found along the Sukhariki River. Shot from a distance of 210 metres.

После двух дней поиска в горах добыл Сибирского козерога. Погода была солнечная, дистанция около 200 м.

In the Far East, the success of a hunt depends directly on the weather and natural conditions. Any unpreparedness of either the hunter or the hosting party reduces the chances to zero. After arriving in Magadan, rain delayed the start of the hunt for 2 days. But during this time the strategy was considered, the hunting route was chosen on the map. We used the Sherp off-road vehicle, which allowed us to move along the riverbeds, spend the night comfortably in it and take equipment for unforeseen situations. The population of wild reindeer is not numerous everywhere, so we had to walk along hilltops and river valleys. This is not the first time that Fyodor Chernyshev has organised difficult but successful mountain hunts in the Kolyma.

The hunt took place despite all the difficulties of life. I gave up everything and went hunting, it was good that it was only 650 kilometres to Makhachkala. On Saturday I spent the night in a hotel, on Sunday I moved to the hunting area and from 12 o'clock in the afternoon I hiked to the base camp (shepherd's hut) with all my luggage on my shoulders. In the evening we drank a lot of tea with Dagestani cheese and went to bed to the sound of the stove. In the morning we had a light breakfast and at 8am we started a leisurely ascent. Almost immediately we found Turs on the neighbouring peak, we were not interested in youngsters with goats. By 11am we had climbed to an altitude of 3100m (camp is at 2600m) and the watch showed 5km. We tracked our prey with binoculars and found a small group of horned males with quite good trophy characteristics across the gorge on the slope of the neighbouring peak. They grazed there and then began to descend slowly (there was green grass and a stream in the gorge). We decided to climb even higher to gain the necessary height to track the animal and get a reliable shot. The terrain began to become loose: small stones, sand, pebbles. Almost like mountaineers, we climbed up to 3400 m and started the approach using the relief (although it was more like crawling on our knees on a loose road with a slope of 45 degrees). The most interesting thing started at 16:00, when the distance was reduced to 800 metres, a herd of horned males, 40 heads, came over the ridge and among them were very interesting specimens! I am not a very good shot, so we tried to keep the distance as short as possible. We spent about an hour and a half crawling up the slope towards the turs, but they were grazing and coming straight at us! So we managed to get within 400 metres of them, but the day was fading inexorably and a deep twilight was descending on the mountains. I switched on the scope's backlight, put the rifle on the slope and, half sitting, half lying, I caught the silhouette of a large tur standing sideways to us, its chest turning a little as it moved. Seconds were ticking away, it was getting dark. I took aim, caught my breath, pressed the trigger confidently and smoothly, and with a sixth sense I realised I had hit it! The turs raced up the slope and mine came down, stopping every 50 metres. I couldn't shoot it a second time as it was already dark and I couldn't see it in the gorge. We came to the blood trail, walked 200 metres along the rocks to the grass and lost it.... We went down to camp by flashlight and went to bed. Sleep did not come for a long time, I was worried about the animal and that it had not fallen on the spot, there was some blood on the rocks. We slept through the morning and set out at 8am to look for the wounded animal. We took a horse. The hunter on horseback overtook me and galloped ahead, while I walked to the place where we had lost the animal. The road was difficult, and I was tired and unfit. After 3000 metres, my health began to deteriorate. I had 200 metres to go when I noticed 7 eagles in the sky not far from the place of yesterday's hunt, circling very low and persistently over the same area. I rested for a long time and walked up by willpower alone, but the presence of obvious signs of a trophy gave me strength and drove me forward. How happy I was when I saw a huntsman coming out of the fog, leading a horse with the tur on it! According to the huntsman, he found a blood trail of the tur and followed it for another 200 metres, after which he found a warm trophy in the rocks. After being hit, the tur ran another 400 metres and lay down. The bullet hit the belly. Apparently the tur had taken another step at the moment of the shot. Already without strength, but extremely satisfied, I made my way back. That's how my hunt on the Dagestan tur ended - the first day of the hunt was taken, though not an outstanding, but very hard trophy! I would like to express my special gratitude to huntsman Gadzhi, who accurately guided me to a comfortable distance and found my trophy, as well as to Alibek Khapaev, who introduced me to Gadzhi and organised this hunt! On arrival in Stavropol I had the meat stewed and treated everyone to a delicious meal!

The gods of hunting have made a gift - the wolverine, a stealthy animal, has been captured. It taken in the daytime. Hunted on foot.

Shot at a distance of 140 metres. Vepr carbine 7.62:39.

The animal is 11 years old. Mannlicher 300wm carbine. An ibex taken with one shot at a distance of 156 metres.

In October this year I travelled to Croatia and Slovakia and shot Balkan and Tatra chamois! Hunting in Croatia was physically very hard, I did not expect such difficult ascents and descents, it was especially hard to get to the chamois, which I shot at a distance of 300 metres. In Slovakia the hunt was no easier - the ascent took 2.5 hours, the difference in altitude was 500 metres!

The hunt took place at an altitude of about 4,000 metres. Horses were used. The shooting distance was 180 metres.

We flew to Bishkek and spent the night there. We spent the next day trying to get to base camp. The weather turned bad, the rain turned into a blizzard as we gained altitude. We reached base camp late in the evening. The altitude was 3500 metres.  The next morning we went up into the mountains. A strong wind dispersed the clouds. We travelled by car, later we changed to horses. We hunted at an altitude of over 4000 metres. In the evening we managed to get close to a group of sheep. I shot from a distance of 340 metres.  Blaser 93 carbine in 7mm/rem calibre.