Today I want to share what for me has been a great discovery. Of a hunting trip, as experience, friends and with myself.
To put things in their place, I have always hunted in traditional Spanish Montería, occupying 99% of my venatori activity. Some stalking a year, but little and where I thought that I had already seen everything and that nothing would surprise me in hunting trip.
After thousands of questions in our heads when it comes to hunting outside Spain: Who am I going with? Will they cheat on me? When I get there, will they be waiting for me? What rifle? Where will I sleep? These are questions that often curb our dreams because we already know that in the world of hunting you can trust few people. Furthermore, thousands were my hours seeing agencies, fairs … but nobody convinced me. However, I was lucky enough to meet Antonio from Iberhunting in the spring through my friend Mario.
Antonio started to show me hunting trips, experiences, places… And the truth is that he transmitted a lot of security to me. Now, I can really say that when he tells you not to worry, you can be totally calm because everything will work out.
Ibex Mid Asian had already decided it, an animal that had always caught my attention. Thousands of videos, reports and magazines behind me about this impressive animal and our destination country Kazakhstan. A country which at first you do not know or locate, it sounds like a joke, a hidden place …
The date of the trip was approaching thousands of preparations, archiperres, getting a little in shape, giving some classes riding to prepare the ground… However, all my doubts were much easier thanks to the team from Iberhunting. A list of important things so you don’t forget anything and always a quick answer to my questions. I have to admit that I didn’t think it would be that simple but the truth is that they take care of everything. I just had to prepare the European arms passport and my passport.
Almaty, where the time did not pass
We flew from Madrid to Frankfurt where the rest of the group that made up this exciting expedition joined. We arrived at night at 2:00 in the city of Almaty and from there directly to our transfer to travel more than 1000km on winding roads. Nevertheless, we were already going seeing what this country was, a huge unknown and forgotten. There it seemed that time did not pass and between snoring and chats he was getting to know the rest of the team.
We arrived at the edge of the mountains where we took the 4×4 truck and climbed, climbed and climbed until we reached the main camp. There, they were waiting for us with a magnificent dinner in an elongated cabin in the main hall. That was the moment where we were introducing each other to the group with laughter. Next, assignment of cabins and to sleep that the next day we would lose contact with the last vestige of humanity that we would see in the coming days.
Prepare in a backpack what your life will be for the next possibly 8-9 days. Bag, store, rifle, ammunition, clothes, creams, some food “that we like” and in my cabin between laughs with my two companions Norwegians already had everything ready. But none of us could sleep … the nerves were on the surface and speaking we fell asleep.
The next morning we started with a good breakfast and immediately to the 4×4 truck which would take us to the fly camp. There, our companions and our guides were waiting for us. Then, review of what we were carrying, everything packed and prepared, checking the shooting of the rifles and we each started out with their two guides. And this is the moment when I can say that I was a lifelong hunter on unknown soil.
Ahead we were the great highlands and the winding ravines dug by the passage of time through the rivers. And with a background vision, shepherds, sheep and horses. And it is that at any time you could imagine that you were in the middle ages and that the years had not passed there.
Soon our landscape changed by boxy rivers and winding mountains we were already in the hunting area. Also, they are places that cannot be described with words, dream places and in this case I was the protagonist. A feeling of drunkenness that you can not believe this hunting trip.
The first night came and I have to admit that I had never slept until that night in a tent or in a sack. But such was the faith of my heart that it passed quickly. And it arrived the first day of hunting with an illusion. Touring those places like another Kazakh, like a free rider and a totally new sensation. And with my rifle on my shoulder seeing bears, wolves, Ibex, marmots and maral …
With that feeling that those mountains give you that we are nothing and that darkness at night in which no matter how much you search the horizon you don’t see a sad light, the days went by looking for our longed-for trophy. We saw them, but sometimes far away, little ones, you couldn’t get into things that the game that we all know has.