Отчеты

Hunting deer from an approach. Shot from a distance of 110 metres.

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.

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.

Gun Blazer R8 calibre 308.

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.

Track hunting with dogs. Approach at 15 metres, 1 shot was fired.

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!

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.

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

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.

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