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So to back up a bit, about a mile from the place we were staying we got a flat on the mountain road. No worries though. Horia called for another vehicle and Alein, Mrs. Gizmo, and I jumped in the new vehicle while Horia stayed backed and put a new tube in the tire.
My wife interacting with the local children, they really like American candy.
By the time we finished the sightseeing the hunting rig was back up and running. Alein would be my hunting guide as Horia’s mother in law had died the night we flew in and he had some family affairs to tend to that evening.
Mrs. Gizmo was exhausted so she went back to the lodge to lie down while Alein and I struck out after Roe buck. After a ten minute drive we got to our first spot. Actually on the way I saw my first Roe, a doe grazing in a meadow not 100 yards off the road. Alein told me if we had no luck we would come back to that spot and try.
I will say that one needs to be in decent physical shape to hunt here as its mountains and a lot of walking. You don’t need to be a super biathlete or anything but be prepared for walking and climbing. It’s wonderful though as the scenery is breathtaking and as I’m about to explain game is absolutely everywhere. I’m not kidding in this area there is a Roe or Boar behind every rock. This particular area wasn’t high enough for stag but the deer density was outstanding.
We parked the car on the side of the road, loaded the rifles, and off the edge we went. There was a horse cart trail that went in between two mountains down to a creek turned and went back up to the road. I’m guessing five or so miles long. The grass and wild flowers are waist high so you must move slowly to see the Roe deer before they see you. Most of the time the only thing visible, if they are on equal ground, is their head.
By the time we finished the sightseeing the hunting rig was back up and running. Alein would be my hunting guide as Horia’s mother in law had died the night we flew in and he had some family affairs to tend to that evening.
Mrs. Gizmo was exhausted so she went back to the lodge to lie down while Alein and I struck out after Roe buck. After a ten minute drive we got to our first spot. Actually on the way I saw my first Roe, a doe grazing in a meadow not 100 yards off the road. Alein told me if we had no luck we would come back to that spot and try.
I will say that one needs to be in decent physical shape to hunt here as its mountains and a lot of walking. You don’t need to be a super biathlete or anything but be prepared for walking and climbing. It’s wonderful though as the scenery is breathtaking and as I’m about to explain game is absolutely everywhere. I’m not kidding in this area there is a Roe or Boar behind every rock. This particular area wasn’t high enough for stag but the deer density was outstanding.
We parked the car on the side of the road, loaded the rifles, and off the edge we went. There was a horse cart trail that went in between two mountains down to a creek turned and went back up to the road. I’m guessing five or so miles long. The grass and wild flowers are waist high so you must move slowly to see the Roe deer before they see you. Most of the time the only thing visible, if they are on equal ground, is their head.