This case was told to me by a wonderful man, hunter and writer Boris Yermilovich Tikhomolov.
In the early thirties, he flew in the sky of Karakalpakia. He transported mail, delivered shepherds and geologists to remote plateaus, fishermen – to the Aral Sea, which was still full-flowing and multi-fishy …
But once a week is a must! – in his squad there were training flights, young pilots honed their skills on light single-engine airplanes, at the sight of which the tanned boys ran a race around the dusty bolshak and, pointing at the sky, sullenly yelled Continue reading
Early autumn with a red brush over the gardens and foothills. But summer reminded of another hot afternoon. On one of these days, the elder brother stood at the front door with an old shotgun over his shoulder.
– Get ready! Let’s go hunting …
What is there to gather? He pulled on his patched trousers. I put a slingshot in my bosom just in case. Here’s more bread to take … Yes, at home, not a bit Continue reading
We can say that our journey began with the arrival at Bishkek airport. I flew to Kyrgyzstan with a group of Poles who ordered a capricorn and a ram Marco Polo. The plane arrived early in the morning, when it was still night in Moscow. We passed the border and customs control still half asleep, and the meeting with the Kyrgyz partners finally awakened. While the hunters in the VIP-room drank tea and coffee, Ermek and I discussed a new “introduction”. Continue reading
We hunted in the Penza region. But this is not important. The same could happen when hunting for a wild boar and in any other locality, or, as they say now, a subject of the Federation. Unlike Moscow, where it was raining, there was snow at Penza at the end of November and, according to Dahl, rejuvenated. The snow was three inches, and the temperature stood at minus fifteen. From the evening we stopped at the base, trampled the room, sat at the table. As usual. In the morning, the thermometer markedly passed – it dropped to minus twenty-three (I’ll say right away that it did not get warmer by evening, but, on the contrary, it became colder to twenty-eight). Continue reading
Leo, as you know, is one of the “Big Five” – the elite of the most dangerous game animals of the African fauna. The prey of this predator is always desirable for the trophy player and carries with it a certain degree of risk. I think every hunter would like to take a lion “in an adult”, that is, in wild Africa. Although the “wild Africa” is also different. This year I had to spend three weeks on a safari in the wild (in every sense of the word) Zambia – snakes, tsetse flies, malaria, lack of hints of civilization – but I did not get a trophy lion. Continue reading