It was windy and the temperature was +4°C. We found a group of turs at a distance of 1100 m. We decided to wait for the turs to come down, but unfortunately they didn't. Apparently the turs were comfortable on peaks or, more likely, it noticed us and kept a safe distance from us. After waiting until 16:00 we decided to go to the turs ourselves. The way was very difficult, we had to move through the gorges out of sight of the turs, it was very difficult, but we managed to get to a distance of 440 meters. I made all the necessary measurements and at the moment of the shot, the turs found us and started to climb higher up the slope to cross the peak to the other side of the mountain, but me and the very professional huntsman Novruz decided to cut the turs' path, which was physically very difficult to do. Novruz is a sporty guy, he moved very fast on the slopes with my 9kg rifle on his shoulder. And it was difficult for me to keep up with him and to walk carefully on the rocks so as not to make too much noise, but we cut the path anyway, but the turs were 860 meters away from us at the top of the mountain. I measured, corrected and decided to shoot, as we would not have another chance, the shot was fired and the turs disappeared, Novruz shouted: "I've got him", the tur stumbled, rolled down a few meters and pulled himself together and went over the top to the other side of the mountain. It was getting dark and we decided not to follow the tour in the dark, but to wait until the morning, which was reasonable. Once again I was unlucky - I didn't get to see the trophy. In the morning we were disappointed by the weather, it was cloudy and rainy and we did not dare to go to the mountains, it was too risky. Once again I was left without a photo of the tur in the mountains. This is the second trophy I have left in the mountains. The next day we had to fly home, but Novruz promised to get my trophy. The following day was sunny and he kept his promise.