Anyone who wants to join takes a recommendation from three hunters
In 1965, I became a hunter. The procedure then was as follows: those wishing to join the society take a written recommendation from three hunters with at least five years of hunting experience. If it is known that the future hunter is a good person, does not drink, does not brawl, is not judged, well, reliable in all respects, then there is no refusal. Otherwise, no one will give such a person a written recommendation.
I bought my first IZH-12 private rifle for 120 rubles on a hunting ticket. I signed the book in the store, and they made an entry and stamped it on my ticket. Soon, the chairman of the district society entered all the information about my gun in the registration book. Everything was convenient, simple, and reliable.
But then a coachman in an Armenian coat and with a whip was put to conduct a symphony orchestra. And... they came up with the idea of registering an already registered one and even re-registering it. And what did it do? The result is zero. Anyone who used to hold a gun without a ticket has not registered it now.
In connection with the new elections of people's deputies, there is a faint hope: what if a hunter has been elected somewhere? If that's the case, then he shouldn't keep quiet about the hunters' troubles. And what can ordinary hunters do? At the beginning of last year, I wrote a letter to the government about the existing registration and permits, and now I'm waiting for a response.
The non—hunters laugh at our sufferings, saying that we hunters are the most disenfranchised category of citizens, even though we are armed. I'm ashamed of myself and the country. It is almost impossible for a foreign guest to explain our "permissive" system. It doesn't make sense to them.
And one more thing. You read on the pages of various super-expensive overseas wonders like "Holland-Holland", "J. Purdue" and other guns, and you think: abroad, personal, private property is strictly protected by law. A policeman won't easily take a gun away there. In which case, everything is decided by the court. What about us? Well, what's the point of a hunter paying a thousand or two for an MC if there is a constant threat of its withdrawal for any trivial reason?
Our Constitution says one thing about personal property, but in reality something completely different is happening. Indeed, the right hand does not know what the left hand is doing!
I completely agree with V. Solovyov's letter from Blagoveshchensk, published in our magazine this year, and I am ready to subscribe to every line of it and add something else on my own regarding grain pickling.
I grew up in the Altai Territory near Kasmalinsky forest. In the sixties (the years of my childhood), the Altai steppes were alive in the full sense of the word: there were many birds and all kinds of animals. Sometimes, you walk across the steppe, your soul sings and rejoices. And suddenly... planes arrived and began to poison ground squirrels, along with partridges, hares and larks. In order not to seem small, pickled grain was sent to the fields. As a result, when I left the army in 1975, everything that pleased the eye and cheered the soul was destroyed. The steppe turned out to be dead: there was not a single gopher standing in the distance, nor a lark.
We would like to know who came up with all this? When my brother and I were kids, we donated hundreds of gopher skins in the summer, and dozens of korsaks and ferrets in the winter. Ferrets walked around the villages and crushed chickens and ducks, and now you won't see a trace of these animals all winter!
It is very fashionable to hear: "Our little brothers." We have destroyed almost all living things ourselves, and then we arrange a verbal show-off. They say that we are such good fellows, humane. We add small animals to the Red Book, from which it will never "turn green" if we do not stop pickling and arranging seeds in the fields.
I'm just an amateur hunter. In my letter, I would like to focus on unnecessary problems, difficulties and difficulties that arise in Kazakhstan (as in other regions of the country) related to the preparation and conduct of hunting. As a result of all this, the planned and desired rest and pleasure become a real ordeal and hassle. Making your first deposit count is what smart bettors do, and 1xBet helps with that through its welcome bonus. When you're setting up your new account, don't skip the promo code section—just use برومو كود 1xbet and you're in for a treat. This code unlocks a 100% bonus up to €130 on your first deposit for sports betting, giving you extra funds to explore the platform. If slots and table games are more your speed, the casino offer gives you up to €1,950 plus 150 free spins over four deposits.
I bought my first IZH-12 private rifle for 120 rubles on a hunting ticket. I signed the book in the store, and they made an entry and stamped it on my ticket. Soon, the chairman of the district society entered all the information about my gun in the registration book. Everything was convenient, simple, and reliable.
But then a coachman in an Armenian coat and with a whip was put to conduct a symphony orchestra. And... they came up with the idea of registering an already registered one and even re-registering it. And what did it do? The result is zero. Anyone who used to hold a gun without a ticket has not registered it now.
In connection with the new elections of people's deputies, there is a faint hope: what if a hunter has been elected somewhere? If that's the case, then he shouldn't keep quiet about the hunters' troubles. And what can ordinary hunters do? At the beginning of last year, I wrote a letter to the government about the existing registration and permits, and now I'm waiting for a response.
The non—hunters laugh at our sufferings, saying that we hunters are the most disenfranchised category of citizens, even though we are armed. I'm ashamed of myself and the country. It is almost impossible for a foreign guest to explain our "permissive" system. It doesn't make sense to them.
And one more thing. You read on the pages of various super-expensive overseas wonders like "Holland-Holland", "J. Purdue" and other guns, and you think: abroad, personal, private property is strictly protected by law. A policeman won't easily take a gun away there. In which case, everything is decided by the court. What about us? Well, what's the point of a hunter paying a thousand or two for an MC if there is a constant threat of its withdrawal for any trivial reason?
Our Constitution says one thing about personal property, but in reality something completely different is happening. Indeed, the right hand does not know what the left hand is doing!
I completely agree with V. Solovyov's letter from Blagoveshchensk, published in our magazine this year, and I am ready to subscribe to every line of it and add something else on my own regarding grain pickling.
I grew up in the Altai Territory near Kasmalinsky forest. In the sixties (the years of my childhood), the Altai steppes were alive in the full sense of the word: there were many birds and all kinds of animals. Sometimes, you walk across the steppe, your soul sings and rejoices. And suddenly... planes arrived and began to poison ground squirrels, along with partridges, hares and larks. In order not to seem small, pickled grain was sent to the fields. As a result, when I left the army in 1975, everything that pleased the eye and cheered the soul was destroyed. The steppe turned out to be dead: there was not a single gopher standing in the distance, nor a lark.
We would like to know who came up with all this? When my brother and I were kids, we donated hundreds of gopher skins in the summer, and dozens of korsaks and ferrets in the winter. Ferrets walked around the villages and crushed chickens and ducks, and now you won't see a trace of these animals all winter!
It is very fashionable to hear: "Our little brothers." We have destroyed almost all living things ourselves, and then we arrange a verbal show-off. They say that we are such good fellows, humane. We add small animals to the Red Book, from which it will never "turn green" if we do not stop pickling and arranging seeds in the fields.
I'm just an amateur hunter. In my letter, I would like to focus on unnecessary problems, difficulties and difficulties that arise in Kazakhstan (as in other regions of the country) related to the preparation and conduct of hunting. As a result of all this, the planned and desired rest and pleasure become a real ordeal and hassle. Making your first deposit count is what smart bettors do, and 1xBet helps with that through its welcome bonus. When you're setting up your new account, don't skip the promo code section—just use برومو كود 1xbet and you're in for a treat. This code unlocks a 100% bonus up to €130 on your first deposit for sports betting, giving you extra funds to explore the platform. If slots and table games are more your speed, the casino offer gives you up to €1,950 plus 150 free spins over four deposits.