Blame the geese. Because of them, darling, I threw the spring snipe with ducks together. Too short spring season. Not take it under a couple of evening hunting for traction. Maybe the provincialism of the present life affected. Unpopular among the “farmers” traction.
That morning I arrived at the appointed place a little early companions in duck hunting. Dawn had barely emerged, I stopped at the edge, in fact, a large steppe to the standards of the fishing line.
Solid ravine, which slopes the hands of the foresters, under Stalin, were planted with crops of oak, maple, ash. In the undergrowth of Euonymus, acacia, honeysuckle. On the edges of the rows of currant. Unique plantings, by human standards — adults (ripening). Eyes fascinate smooth, without knots tree trunks…. Alas, they shamelessly Gavrilaki local sawn for firewood. “Plots” are overgrown with undergrowth, forming an impassable jungle.
Got out of the car to pass the time. A rare moment for the steppe, almost no wind. My eyes involuntarily clings to the beauty of the nascent dawn, and the ear of the hunter hissed sounds. Les is already talking. While hesitating at a quarter of the vote.
Wow! Horkage! Not long ago I heard. Woodcock pulls!
For secretive birds of the place perfect. Yes and no hunting in the spring here in Kulichkov no one ever. It is not accepted. At the autumn pouring in past years legaladvice met, only it took a while. There is not a dog, nor legisation. Lost interest. Freely here the forest Kulik.
More! Else!.. Excitement seizes me. The bird itself as prey I don’t need, thoughts to take weapons there. The phenomenon thrust mesmerizing! Magic!
Adding a little light in the sky to notice the birds. Fly, often in pairs, exchanging signals on your wildshaping language. Males harcout like frog croaks, moving over the forest. Females only hush.
I think that the voice of the woodcock is unlikely to be heard further 150-200 meters. Therefore, much amazed that at the same time hear up to a dozen birds. I don’t know why, but thrushes in the woods. Maybe late, maybe, to feed them, we have nothing, other routes you fly, but the eternal background noise no. Woodcock displaying at least tape record it, so clearly hear everything.
Long come to the realization that hunting without a gun in hand no more boring than hunting with a gun. In many cases more interesting, and in terms of the development of the hunter, his understanding of the procedure of hunting at times useful. Vanity goes, the haste, the desire to shoot, not knowing what will happen in the next moments of the hunt.
It may make sense to introduce novice hunters to a mandatory compilation album with his photographs of animals and birds. This modern way to be encouraged to acquire the basic skills of skradyvaya, toward the object of hunting to a “strong shot” from the camera?
Displaying woodcocks flew at me over and over again, after the geese, their flight seemed ridiculously slow, naive…
Drove a buddies. I moved them into a “loaf”, told about the current. In confirmation, while traveling, has seen more than one couple flying over the forest birds. Mass flight. In our forest lands snipe nests rarely. Hot, dry summers poultry is not suitable. Therefore, there is no doubt that displaying woodcocks were delayed we are waiting for the weather in the Northern territory.
The theme of thrust captured passengers “loaves”, each was something to be said about their thrust, and each admitted that they haven’t been and need to go!
I, after a morning of contemplation, spent the whole day long if a sin had been lifted. If by chance long considered lost, a valuable item was discovered. If a promotion got. If schools have long not seen friend I met. If everything is immediately and suddenly.
