We waved Andryukha the marsh moose vabit. Wetlands good — gonnaya. And the weather is right, too. There is no wind. Night moon. Starry sky.
In the open lowlands fog. Headlights lanterns light the way of fun. The mood is cheerful and festive zamechatelnoe.Dazhe, almost New Year.
About three o’clock in the morning without reaching a kilometer to the marshes, felts stronuli moose, whether it is itself in front of us went. We misunderstood. I felt moose close to the left about fifty meters. Then the animal is calm step forward we went. We then headed to the intended location, but left three or four hundred meters away from us there was a moan typical forest animals, which is provided with horns. Stone lasted a quarter of an hour. Decided vabit here, but at dawn, because wood parts, such as bamboo. In the darkness of the woods on this moose did not want to run. Located on the stumps. We are waiting for the dawn. Do not smoke. The sky was lightening and the constellations disappear. «Gasped» once. Then another povabili. Quite light. Pojar drin the bushes. In response to the silence. Only woodpeckers knock and scrape Pichugov. Slowly rose autumn sun. Move to the swamp. In the swamp, too dull.
Spat on moose, grouse went to look. With grouse too unlucky. All grouse flew to the far cordon for cranberries. Match the ravine to the creek. Noon. On the other side of the forest. Before the stream reach, one hundred meters that way. Chu, right from the coast deep into the forest moaned moose! Andryukha first heard. We fell into the grass. I crawled to the nearest group of willows. Good breeze from us. Answered Prongs. Silence. Povabili more. Like uohnul softly in response. Again silence. There was a feeling that he’s gone. But then she snapped branch closer. Beast Rushed to us! However, stalled precisely opposite from the other side of the forest. There moose groaned aggressively and violently. Yarit horns in the bushes, twigs crackling. Do not breathe peeking out of the grass. It is not in sight. Contrary winds from the forest into the open exit fears. Vabit at such close range risky – You can scare off the animal. Hall branch. Gently rustled in the bushes. Hidden. Elk continues stonat.Teper has shifted to the left. Apparently adjust to the wind. After half an hour farewell «Vox» somewhere further into the forest at the limit of audibility, ёshkin cat…
But the weather is wonderful issued. How nice it was formed in the forest just some utter.
Nature prepares for winter. Bean pulled into the southern region. Reptiles basking under the September sun. Tomorrow will be a golden autumn.
Day lunch. They piled on the side unscheduled five-minute. But we woke up late in the afternoon. On the way back collected grouse whistled mushrooms. The backpack Andryukha always have a red bucket, designed for the transportation of mushrooms or berries. And in my haversack Pishchik are always on duty and heels «sevens».
In short, it hunted not bad, but could be better.
All large nipuha!
Matveev V.A.6 December 2011 at 21:17