Extreme champoinship of GPS-orientation

One of organizers of action has invited us not only to look competitions, but also has suggested to be passed by military trucks on severe impassability. Evening on sixth of November – morning of the seventh: participants arrive to a place of competitions.

At 10.00 start. Crews rush to the first point of a route, and all them for a day it is necessary to find thirty eight.

Next wishing to sweep by military trucks prepare for departure. Weather spoils, becomes colder, the rain begins. At this time from a line of competitions the first information with the request for the help arrives – one of cars cannot independently get out. All "non sportsmen's" with enthusiasm go together with organizers on a gain. The truck rushes on wood road, we keep for body boards, continually we bend down to be saved from blows of branches – an extreme! When we approach on the got stuck car, exclamation is distributed: - mmmmmm-yes, and what for here it was necessary to climb? Professionals parry: - It was necessary to climb, because there a control point near which the car of participants of competitions should be photographed. The another matter that it was possible to approach on the other hand instead of to break straight …

We approach more close, the picture opens the magnificent: GAZ-66 has practically taken out on a stub, on it the petrol tank just hangs, metal-cable is torn.

First of all the command tries to clean a barrier, that is is banal saws a stub.

It is how much easy for making, it is visible on pictures, but as usually, wins persistence: the crew goes to untie a cable from a tree.

Then our truck "ZIL" pulls out victims from a bog.

At this time other participants of competitions easy approach on a control point.

And we go to travel. In the beginning we go on usual wood road.

Then we turn off on a glade on which, seemingly, nobody went unlimited quantity of years.

Alas, our truck "ZIL" here need a metal-cable, without it wee can't go ahead.

Drivers of "Ural - truck" estimate in the beginning a line...

... Then pass it almost without problems.

Behind there is well very much "sweety" path.

And ahead still weight of barriers: water, a bog, a rain, the tumbled down trees …

While men overcome obstacles, women pretend to be late mushrooms.

By the evening it is felt that people have got tired, but overcoming of dunes, lifting on the highest observant point of the former range, survey of vicinities is still planned.

And let in the street dank weather, let visibility not so, let many dream already only of as soon as possible to return to the warm apartments, we know: such travel will be remembered for a long time.

We have already tested ourselves, and you are ready to make it?

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!