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With a Spaniel on different hunts
First hunt
So, your Spaniel is fully prepared for hunting. The first hunting trip is a crucial moment in the life of a young dog. Remember that on this day, game production for you should not be the main goal, even if it was the long-awaited opening of the hunt. The main focus is on the dog.
I do not recommend starting with spring hunting, where the dog does not work, but only is near the owner and serves to feed downed woodcocks. Although the temptation is great: if you took a puppy from the autumn litter, then in April it will already reach the “hunting” age. Continue reading
How to behave when meeting a bear
“…residents of the region in the event of bears appearing in dangerous proximity can immediately contact the state Inspectorate to send inspectors to the scene. It is their responsibility to determine the degree of danger of the predator, and if necessary, their duty to “settle” the situation with a well-aimed shot.»
(from the official’s speech)
The brown bear is the largest predator that lives in the Ural taiga. Its weight can exceed 600 kg. Powerful forelimbs, equipped with long claws, have a great destructive force-a blow of the paw of the bear is able to break the spine, tear out the ribs or break the bones of the skull of the moose. A bear can bite through the barrels of a smoothbore gun with its teeth. Continue reading
Traps for marten
A marten is a small animal whose habitat is a forest. The length of the body of this mammal belonging to the family of weasels, on average, is about fifty centimeters. The animal has a fairly valuable fluffy fur, which is slightly inferior only to sable.
The basis of the diet is rodents (including rats). They also feed on small birds, as well as eggs of both wild and domestic birds. The marten is able to crush several laying hens, laying them at the scene of the” crime ” of the victim. During its hunt, the predator breaks the victims ‘ neck vertebrae, and then drinks their still warm blood, rolling up the tongue. Continue reading