05-JUL-C-8
RIDE OUT AT A GALLOP AND TROT DOWN THE
FAREWELL TO GUIDES, RIDE TO GUBA,
LUNCH TWICE AT BABA OCAGI WITH THE BIG
BOSS,
AND ARRIVE BACK IN
FOR A MUCH-NEEDED SHOWER AND LAUNDARY,
NOT TO MENTION, LICKING WOUNDS
July 31, 2005
I am being
hustled off the mountain with the claim that the Azeri guides have not seen
their families for an extended period and must get home to do the haying and
other farm chores that are due while they are tied up in the last of the hunts
in guiding me. My alleged ten day
expedient into the Big Caucasus which is part of the Boyuk Qafqaz Daglari range
is now reduced beyond even the five day hunt that was explained as aborted by
the single successful shot that scored the trophy Tur. There was a push over night to flesh out the
cape and to boil the skull and to get all in readiness for the transit to Gina
Tyler’s Eastern Shore Taxidermy along with the proper data for the plaque that
will be part of the exhibit. I tried to
see if there were a few or even just one of the guides who might want to stay
behind for a few days since I did not believe we needed more than a day or two
in Baku to have time for the minimal tourism necessary for the capital. We had been told to get off the mountain so
as to be able to empty the camp so that it could be closed out since I was the
last hunter. It turns out that there
were two more arriving later, one Vladimir from Moscow and a Gary parker from
Nebraska, so that did not turnout to be the right story either. What seems to be the case is that Bahlul
wanted to get a quick kill as soon as possible to get the most tips and least
time out of the hunter, and he was the one who forbad the TV cameraman to accompany
me. He had also asked me for the
Bushnell range finder since he added that they did not have such devices in
Emil was
the translator who had stayed with George when he was here, and now was
supposed to accompany me and Patrick out of the mountains and the one who was
absolutely obsessed over the tips he had gone out to negotiate with the many
guides and helpers he designated for me.
He counted up fourteen people whom I had to tip at fifty dollars per
day, and insisted I rollout the cash before any of them went down mountain. I explained I did not have that much US
currency rolling around like some of his prior contacts, and that I would do
the right thing by them, but not to promise that they would be getting any cash
more than I was prepared to give however not on the mountain where I was not
standing next to an ATM machine. /What I DID have were several envelopes of
AmEx traveler’s checks, and I gave those to him to distribute according to a
list of names and who had deserved extra help.
He renegotiated with the group who did not understand the process, and remained
standing by expecting
We had worked out that I would pay the remaining cash I had for a single guide to accompany me and Patrick on a two day climb around the mountain to see if we could spot and stalk, and mainly just get good video. So, since he knew I was holding out a couple of US $100 bills, he suggested that I give them up now so he could distribute them among the hunters who would not string him up if he did not produce what he was over-promising them==and then don’t forget the drivers you haven’t yet met.
Besides, a big four day rain was coming, and the mountains are very treacherous when that happens since they are so slippery that the hunters cannot go out. Before you arrived there were two Polish hunters who never got out at all since it rained the whole time. For the record, it was a sunny day with no rain for the final day and each day subsequently so this was a false prediction made up at the moment to move us off the mountain for our safety sake. One look at me would convince someone that I did not intimidate easily.
Last night
there were two bits of entertainment for the guides who remained. Since they were
still convinced by Emil that there was
During the
day that I was on the mountain with all the guides that were available, Patrick
was exiled to the camp, and climbed up to a waterfall at which he had shot some
good footage, but he recorded over it when he returned to
RIDE OUT AT A HARD TROT
CONCLUDING AT A FULL OUT
The trophy
was still being worked on at the last moment before it was put into a sack, and
packed up in the panniers with my backpack, now split along one seam which will
need to be repaired as soon as I get to a point either here or in
When I got just below the town, I thought it would be a good idea to use the digital camera to take a picture or two of me on the horse before giving up the mount. Rahim decided he wanted to use the camera. Somehow he pushed the dial to portrait which made everything into vignettes and none of the pictures were seen as anything but a whiteout, so we had to remount and try again. There were handshakes and farewells among the guides and the single hunter—me. They looked warily at me, since they are walking away without any cash, whereas all the checks, a couple hundred US dollars and about fifty dollars worth of Manat were being held by Emil, and I think they may have trusted me more than Emil, but would have more recourse on Emil who will be back up here next week. So, we got into the pickup truck with a new driver, and drove down the mountains along a different route since the way we had come up earlier had “slipped.”
This meant
that we could see large sheep herder encampments leading large herds of sheep
down to the
We had
fruit and veggies, with a “banana beer” as well as juice and sparkling water
along with the usual kebab dinner. We
had a plague of bees who fell into the sweet drinks I had and I had noticed
along the glade in coming in to Baba Ocagi that there were netted gazebos for
this reason. In the parking lot were the
reflections of the “Great Divide” of Asia and Europe here at the Quba
region---half of the parking lot were Ladas and the other half Mercedes.—the
technology reflects the geography division here in
At one point
when Patrick wanted to make a pee stop, we pulled up alongside the marshy
papyrus reeds, and I gave a little TV interview on “Death in the Long Grass”
and described the Sudh I had just been in in
ARRIVE AT HOTEL ELITE
FOR THE NEXT FIVE DAYS OF UNKNOWN
“TOURING”—
AT LEAST A CHANCE TO RE-GROUP FROM THE
HUNT,
AND FOR PATRICK TO GO PROWLING TO SCORE
On entry
into
Patrick made his own connections. After going to the bar in the Hotel Elite he was directed to a Discothèque by taxi and there he found what he was looking for and returned with her to the Elite, and was not seen again until late in the afternoon the following day. He seems to have lost all his money and cannot tip or pay for any of the services he is still continuing to exploit here at the Hotel Elite, where the staff is quite aware of what tricks he is playing and planning, It seems that the most I might hope for here is a time to re-group on my own to prepare for the next adventure in Africa after putting together an account of the Azerbaijan Tur Hunt, and then to see if there is some minimal Baku Tourism to be enjoyed before the grand climax—dinner at the Karavanserai with belly dancers and whatever can be gleaned from the Azerbaijani capital in the rather longer unscheduled interval since we were pulled off Bobadog Mountain early—the Big Caucasus—a measure of successful prowess exhibited there. At least this may afford time to lick wounds and patch a few, and send out a few messages by email and postcard with promises of later show and tell!