Boys and men like guns, by definition. Hardly anyone will be indifferent to the harmony of beauty rifle, carbine or rifle. Somehow themselves straightened shoulders, and arms become stronger, and sharper eyes, if you take up a real weapon.
To know, to understand the technique and master the art of shooting, the art emphasizes my companion Yuri Dmitrievich Konyushenko, you need two things: talent and work, work, work…
The shooter, a man known to many hunters in the Tomsk region, fate brought me long ago. And now, after a decade and a half, I wanted to learn more life the living legend KONYUSHENKO Yuri Dmitrievich.
— I arrived in Tomsk, started your story Yuri D. in 1966 from the town of Seimchan Srednekanskiy district in the Magadan area.
During the great Patriotic war Seymchan held air route Alsib, the Alaska (Fairbanks) — Seymchan — Yakutsk — Krasnoyarsk — Novosibirsk, which from America delivered aircraft, the American stew and more for the front.
With hunting and guns I was familiar from childhood, though, hunt Kolyma is somewhat different from hunting in the Tomsk region. First, the abundance of game does not require serious hunting skills. Second, it may seem strange, but the bait in traps for Barguzin sable were often red caviar. Thirdly, the indigenous hunters and all the rest of the fishermen were able to take the furs to the Torgsin (all-Union Association for trade with foreigners) in exchange for bonds, and coupons — it’s the same currency. Kolyma is also camp, clashes with the gang, escapes.
In Tomsk I arrived in Electromechanical technical school. The Polytechnic Institute to get failed, the preparation was weak.
In shooting sport came by chance. Saw in the 1968 boys and girls with rifles, turning to small tyre, fell to them and told the coach that I want to try myself in shooting. Before doing heavy lifting, but damaged the brush, and had to say goodbye to this sport. Shoot, began to turn, like…
In the initial stages I shot everything (pistol, rifle, AKM). For the team “Dinamo” began to speak in 1972. He got into the team of the RSFSR and then the USSR. Then I received an offer to join the service in the police Department. During the next 25 years performed by this Department, was the winner, the champion of the USSR, was USSR champion in shooting from a service weapon, went abroad. Won in shooting from a Kalashnikov. Then moved on to coaching.
— Yury Dmitrievich, and Your gold medal is… gold?
“No,” no comment “cut off” Yuri Dmitrievich. But dearer to me than all the awards my scorebook, it says that I have fulfilled the standard of master of sports of the USSR 19 times. Twice awarded me this title. Sixty shots (three sets of 20 rounds from the prone position, kneeling and standing, the standard of master of sports of the USSR had to score 575 points. In 1975, I scored 583, this result was higher than the record of TSS “Dynamo”.
Yuri Dmitrievich shows me the table forty years ago under the name “team Records “Dynamo”. In it — line: Konyushenko Y. D. — 583 points. If the number of hits divided by the number of shots, it turns out that every shot brought the arrow of 9.71 points. Wow!
— In the hunting life was a lot of things, but I never considered myself a hunter, ” continues Yury. — Each hobby should be ability. When travel with companions, walk around the tracks, I like it, but when you lift the barrel, something flipped inside and shoot, overcoming yourself…
Recent years go on the hunt, mostly spring, drakes, without a gun. After the experience of breeding stool pigeons, seeing their affection, the wisdom, the adoration of caresses and other sentiments, can’t shoot and in the wild. They divorced I had already 86! I tried to hunt with grown, decoy ducks, turned out to be — this is not hunting, but the treacherous murder of Drake love spring call. And it ends always the same. Floated on nadobnost from a pit, picked up the battered bird. Shot, came out, again picked up the handsome Drake the fool. One day was enough for me. And hunting with decoy ducks their first spring after finished.
Conduct gardening and farming simultaneously contain decoy ducks is problematic. Wife is digging the garden, they crowd around it, choose the worms, and then, noticing where in the beds stuck seeds of peas, beets and other vegetables, exactly at the place of sowing baravat beaks the ground and get them, taking them for food. But it is bad. And when they begin to eat off the leaves of fruit bushes and tails sprouts carrots and radishes is bad enough, and one day my patience snapped. Threesome with two buddies released them into the wild. It was the end of April, and my duck did not return home, stuck in the river.
I have lived in a free content. Disappear the ancestor of the pack my first duck purchased in the village Yarskaya, and there is none. I think lost is probably the dog was caught, and then, suddenly, strutting proudly, showing their offspring, leading him to the yard to experience and life under my protection. She was now 16 years old. Last spring did the clutch and hatched one duck. Now also did the clutch and stubbornly sits on the eggs, but would that old lady do not know.
However, my requests go to achievements in the hunt for a large animal companion gently moved away from provocative questions simple answers:
— And it was. Yes, it was. What can I say, everyone was.
But the burning eyes, the gambling story, which usually see or hear from the lips of hunters, from Yuri Dmitrievich I don’t do. Probably, in this part he was ashamed of his art in shooting. This probably stemmed restraint of the master.
But I again tried to pull out of Yuri Dmitrievich stories about episodes of hunting, coming from different sides to the subject of moose, but I failed. The master politely and delicately continued to shy away from talking about loot. And only at the end said that for him shooting game and hoofed animals has always been stress, and that he always had negative range of feelings and experiences after the shot, whether it be duck, goose or beast.
And absolutely don’t understand, ” continued Yuri Dmitrievich, when the hunters in the photo in social networks, there is bragging after killing the beast, and sit down in a grief-the hunter defeated the moose, bear or wild boar. That’s like, look what I am a hero. The beast gave you your life, so treat him with respect.
— Yury Dmitrievich, on the basis of Allocationdelta create a training center for young hunters, what do You think?
Any man should be able to own a gun. Better or worse, but to be able to everyone it is an axiom. And knowledge of weapons a hunter without training is impossible, so I welcome that revive such centres and shooting ranges where you can get the theoretical and practical skills of handling weapons. Of course, you have to be careful with this undeniably beautiful product, as it contains a terrible force. And, of course, no alcohol, if picked up the gun! This should be an indispensable law of all hunters, especially the young.
And I remembered the case, as my godfather bought the first gun. And so he wanted to shoot it that once, going out into the indoor courtyard of his house, he proposed to test his combat shot cartridge here, on the wooden inner wall covered yard, covered 50-mm boards. My uretonimine that the charge of shot from ten meters through the wall, he just laughed, kind of come to dream. Leveled the gun at the top of the block, horizontally nailed at the ceiling and pulled the trigger. The sound of a gunshot in an enclosed space deafened, and the scaffold was formed of the through hole with ragged edges, about the size of an average Apple. Just one sentence then I said to him: “Well, behind that wall was empty”. Kum was shocked by the force of arms. This single “University” was enough for him for life in the future with extreme caution to handle a shotgun.
…Rang at the door of the shooting range “Dynamo”, which to the present head of Yuri Dmitrievich. He politely apologized to me and invited two young people to come into the room, asked them to sit down and wait a couple of minutes. In fact, we have already finished our conversation, it remains only to agree on a new meeting and photo shoot with all the regalia. While guests understand the topic of our conversation, sat quietly and devoured every word of the master. Respect and reverence were written on their faces…
