Forests and Elk!

The north of Belarus, Saturday morning asusually, lifting till a dawn, cloudy, it is grey, but I go to those places where wild animals should concentrate, therefore weather especially does not excite me. I pass a little рапсовых fields, on one of them I notice an elk...

I leave the car, I inspect vicinities more attentively, I see two more herds, and in one only horned! Here it is already interesting. I dress a camouflage suit, I define a direction of a wind and I start to creep to elks. It's very conveniently to do at Braslavskiy region as district crossed, it is possible to hide behind hillocks, bushes that I and do. I come nearer to herd of eighty metres, but to photograph while it is impossible – elks are in the thicket of a bush and a very young birch forest, water champing under hoofs, yes a rustle of branches is audible only at movement of animals. I stand on a hill, I wait, two elks suddenly begin small fight.

I've time to make some shots, fighters again disappear in a thicket, but on their place leaves "man" with the peeled wool on a back. I have no concept, but I photograph – then we will understand. The elk hears camera clicks, but reacts somehow is lazy – simply slowly leaves behind other herd on a field, and then in nearby wood.

I try to move through a field, but I jam tightly. It's final of photosafari, it is necessary to think how to pull out the car. It is not possible to make it by own strength, it is necessary to go to the nearest village behind a tractor: anywhere you will not get to. And in the evening I again comb of fields: well, their animals for some reason love. In the beginning I'm find a flock, then elk with a child, I notice a young elk and I start to creep to it. Soon he finds out me, too!

The elk stops in twenty meters, I squat without movement, it too. So passes three minutes, I rise and I decide to leave from a sin far away. The elk sees off me still of two hundred meters! I understand that for it, probably, a meeting with the person in wonder as I moved all time, nestling on the earth. Only having returned to the car, I start to feel in perfect security. Next morning I again find the same herd of elks.

Then I get over through a bog, I rise on a hill and I see yesterday's familiar with the peeled back, near to it there is a female of an elk.

And at the left, almost near to me, because of bushes two look out big guys. A superplace!

Without disappearing, I approach to elks. One escapes, the second any time is at a stop, I click, I click, the elk at last runs off more close to wood.

Fantasy!