blood of birds
What most warms the soul of the avid hunter after the season ended and the gun permanently sheathed? Naturally, the memories of the very-very, what happened during the last trips to the beast. Personally, I especially remember the deer hunting in December last year in the hunting farm “Variant”. It all started with the fact that in the morning, at six o’clock (for hunters this is not an early time), senior ranger Ivan Ivanovich called me and invited me to participate in deer hunting. With great pleasure I agree. I propose to make a company to a good, reliable comrade (they take only these for hunting, as well as to the mountains) – hunter Nikolay. Continue reading
The fourth night I sit on the tower, the guard of the boar. Just today I have to get it. Yes, today, and this particular boar. Firstly, I am leaving at night, and secondly, it’s not just a boar, but a beast that I haven’t seen in my rather large practice. For three nights in a row, he goes out to my tower at the same time, walks in circles, snorts, cracks with branches, but is not substituted for the shot. However, today I prepared a surprise, and he must make a mistake. But everything is in order. Continue reading
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