The boat was unloaded and equipment was dragged to a low coastal terrace fifteen meters from the water. In the stern of the boat there was only a can of oil and eleven charges of BSA of 303 caliber (7.7 mm) under an English army cartridge. A double-barrel in a case lay under bag packs on the shore and the little TOZ-8 leaned against the boxes tightly against the boxes.
Throwing the last bale off his shoulder, Yuri sat down on him and brushed sweat from his forehead with his hand. Montury was already sitting on the boxes closer to the water and breathing loudly after hard work. Continue reading
And on a beautiful spring morning, after loading the equipment into the old Terrano, to the accompaniment of bird trills, we set off on the road. Our path lies to the west, in the very wilderness of the Tver region, where the house, solidly felled by Andrew, smelling of resin and fresh wood, will take the hunters in its arms. About five hours later we were on the spot, in a village on the shore of Usoditsa lake. That same evening, noting a meeting with friends and acquaintances who have not been seen for almost half a year, we go to listen to a woodcock. Continue reading
Most hunters do not practically hunt ungulates here. Such a hunt is associated with many conditions that are not suitable for everyone. First of all, considerable financial expenses are required, and they are compensated very little even in case of a successful completion of a busy day.
But many people, even by their character, do not like pen hunting for a large animal, when usually one or two out of ten participants can be shot. They do not like and almost stand for hours on the room, but never see the beast. Continue reading