Right to shot
Probably, each of the hunters was a witness, and even he himself took part in the cannonade – you can’t call it another way. Most often, some wounded dive turns out to be a target, which, without flying away, by diving saves its life, and the heated arrows of cartridges “do not regret it. In this situation, the question is reasonable: what drives people – excitement, the desire to stop the torment of an animal or elements of vandalism? ..
It is not clear why a person becomes a hunter, but it is no less incomprehensible why one person almost from the cradle joins culture, always behaves tactfully, with dignity, and the other does not learn elementary norms of behavior over decades. Hereditary traits and education very often do not completely affect either one or the other.
I had the chance to be on the road with Igor Petrovich – a young man who recently took up a gun. Immediately make a reservation that there were no hunters in his family, and parents are respectable people, although, I repeat, this is not a prerequisite. When it got completely dark, we met near the car and began to exchange impressions. My companion counted twelve woodcocks pulled at a distance of a shot. “Why shoot only once?” – a reasonable question arose. And he, pointing to the dense undergrowth near the clearing, explained that they dragged mainly in the direction where the shot down bird is most likely not to be found without a dog. “Why kill in vain? ..” This answer of the young man sounded so natural and appropriate that I felt embarrassed for my “reasonable” question.
It is impossible to explain why and when this beginning and very enthusiastic hunter had such a solid moral foundation in his soul that he could so freely follow ethical standards. One thing is clear that anyone referring to some conditions that prevented him from being like this beautiful person can leave his excuses to himself: they are of no interest to anyone, except perhaps to a psychiatrist.
I recall such so-called seasoned hunters, at least who consider themselves to be such. A phrase such as: “Beat all that moves” may sound quite at ease in their lips. Many, very many of their shots to an extraordinary distance or at a bird flying over such thickets that the dog can’t make it, they justify their ardor, passion. Of course, you can understand them, but nevertheless they, especially those who have considerable hunting experience, can learn to assess the situation at least a little and restrain themselves from pulling the trigger. For incontinence sometimes leads to tragedy, when a person who is too “gambling” or, more precisely, weakly controlling his actions, shoots at an obscurely visible target and falls into himself like that. But this is a special conversation, which in general would be better not to start ever.
Of course, even the most experienced and tactful hunter sometimes shoots for nothing: it’s not easy to estimate the distance, especially to the bird flying away from you, when the distance increases for each moment. In addition, if ever happened to get a duck from beyond the heights, there is self-confidence and a gun. True, this does not guarantee further successful shots. So it’s better to underestimate your gun a bit than to rely too much on the sharpness and accuracy of his battle.
“The measure of the success of hunting is not the number of game killed, but the“ purity ”of shooting, the absence of wounded animals and the animals killed but not found,” said O. Semenov-Tyan-Shansky, a well-known biologist in an interview.
In the literature, sometimes amazing shots are mentioned, almost always random, long remembered. In the beautiful book “On a fox with a semolina” A. Uvarov wrote how he obtained foxglove from a 12th gauge Francoot with buckshot in 140 steps or about a hundred meters. In the same place he writes that “he had to kill autumnal foxes more than once by 70–75 steps with shot number 3”. However, the author warned that “the winter shooting of a mature beast is a completely different matter.” In addition, he emphasized that such amazing shots, even with very careful equipment of cartridges, happen only after a series of ordinary ones.
Of course, the right to shoot at the most ordinary hunts can be disputed and consider yourself a hero, although the same duck for some reason did not crash down, but lagged behind the flock, decreased and landed in anhydrous thickets unusual for it to die painfully there.
A completely different shot looks like somewhere in Africa, when a lion or leopard is also hiding in the thicket, leaving blood on the trail. Yes, there the visiting hunter bought the right to shoot, but such a wounded animal, capable of killing more than one person, primarily the professional hunting hunter, can remain a dark spot on the conscience of the one who carelessly and at the wrong time pulled the trigger.
Indian tiger hunter Kesri Singh witnessed such an unsuccessful shot, although there “the distance was quite suitable for shooting.”
“The tiger crawled ashore, water flowed from its huge torso. The Viceroy fired.