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Yakutia Snow Sheep

Yakutia Snow Sheep
It was very interesting hunting in the Sakha Republic in combination with its severity and beauty of the local nature. It started with a 7-hour flight from Moscow to Yakutsk, then we changed the plane and flew to Magan airport, It took us another 1.2 hours, then we drove 6 hours by car and arrived to the hunting site. That hunting, like any hunting began with a reconnaissance ( when we were searching for a suitable trophy).
On the second day, the situation was the same. At last we detected a male, my disered trophy, which was at a distance of about 3 km. It was far past 4 pm and our forces were running out, and the frost was getting stronger. It was important not to overestimate our capabilities and the capabilities of the guides, since we alone and there was nowhere to wait for help in such conditions, it was decided to go down and postpone the approach to the next day.
The morning of the third day greeted us with a coolness of minus 32 degrees Celsius, but it wasn't a hindrance for the hunter and the choice was made. The height difference from the foot to the top was 933 meters and the whole daylight day. The same ram was standing under us at a distance of 460 meters, I aimed but coudln't shoot. The rifle refused to work when the temperature was 35 degrees below zero. The trophy was gone, but it was a lesson that I wanted to share with those who decide to hunt in extreme conditions. Everything should be perfect, including checking the idle descent.
And then the new day came. We took off a new chance of success or failure.That time, the previous misunderstanding had been corrected and I was ready to do my job (a shot). The trophy was discovered, it was decided to approach only the hunter, the steep snow-covered slope holds back the moment of truth, but the beast broke down and flew like the wind down the slope and disappeared. My hope of at least one shot dissapeared too and then appeared on the opposite slope. It was a chance and my hands had already done their job. The roar of a shot sounded like a thunderclap and the defeated beast broke down and rolled down. The hunt took place hard , exciting and uncompromising!

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