This story began with the unfortunate oversight, which happened with me for the first time during all my hunting trips. There were some difficulties when I planned this hunt. One of them was that just before the trip I detected that all empty pages in my passport were over and I had to change it quickly. The next unpleasant surprised happened with our team when we crossed the Iran border. The problem was in the mismatch of gun's numbers between the gun which I had to take and what I took. Let me explain. According the law in Iran, like in other countries of the world, the license is issued to the definite rifle for the limited period of time. It’s always prepared beforehand and the customs officer checks the number of the rifle, stated in the license, with the number of the rifle brought into the country. I got such permissions lots of times and there weren’t any problems. But there was one nuance at that time. It happend because of the time lag and my busy schedule. I was going to that trip from spring, at first I planned to fly in October, than changed to November and arranged to make in just in December. At spring when I decided to take part in that adventure I thought to take the definite carbine but took the other one. The differences between these two rifles were just in color and in numbers of course. The local outfitter prepared all permits for the first rifle and we found the mistake only when I’d arrived already. We started to discuss how it could happened and what to do. There were not many variants, the first one was to try to resolve the issue on the spot in Iran, the second one to fly back home and try once again next time. There was one more suggestion to hunt with the rented gun, but my position in this regard was adamant – I hunted only with my own weapon.With all the circumstances, we decided to wait a day while our organizer Asif Ilysov and the local outfitter Israfil would try to renewal of the license urgently. The chances were 50/50. We left my weapon in the luggage storage at the airport and drove to the hotel, hoping that the situation would have the positive resolution. Next morning when we arrived back to the airport everything was decided yet and we could take the gun and the hunting license. It inspired me and we moved to the habitat of Kerman Sheep believing in our success. Our impressive delegation consisted of 15 persons and included Asif , Israfil and about 10 Iranian guides, scouters and rangers. Even Asif was surprised by such number of the staff. It was due to the wide habitat of the Kerman sheep, as well as some nuances in the hunt. My business schedule didn’t allow me to stay there for a long time, I hoped to get both trophies in five days though my outfitter recommended not less than eight. The first hunting day I could call the day of scouting. We saw the herd of sheep led by the old male. It had the definite feature – white line on its side and huge size. My aim was to get the old male who couldn’t serve to the Nature anymore and whose absence would help the young ones to develop the population. It was getting dark. The day in December was short and twilight started at 6 pm, that why when we detected that group at 4 pm we could just observe it and tried to define the direction where the animals could go next, and where we could look for them next day. I wanted to get that trophy male because the white line on its side was the mark that it was old. Next morning at 7am we continued our searching of the yesterday’s group. It was dark when we walked to the place where the herd would have been , as we thought. At the same time our scouts informed us be radio that they found the other group in the different direction. The Iranian highlands don’t have difficult landform: all mountains are not high, about 800 masl, that’s why we decided to reach the group, detected by our guys, and stopped looking got the sheep with the white line. While we were trekking I came to the conclusion that though the mountains weren’t high and difficult but they were unusually dusty. That was due to the fact that there were little rainfall at that area and there weren’t much vegetation on the slopes. The main landscape consisted of bare hills, covered by sand. The dust was everywhere we all were covered by it- hands, faces, legs. I felt discomfort when it got in the eyes. We arrived to the place at noon and hopind to observe the herd but lost sight of it. We were in bewilderment when noticed two young males which grazed nearby the gorge and decided that the rest of the herd hid there from the sun. It could take time to wait when other animals would leave the shelter and we chose the variant when one of the guides would come upper there and throw the stone into the gorge just to frighten them away. I didn’t think that it was a good plan because I had already had the experience when we did so in Nepal and didn’t get the result because of weather. But the stone had been thrown and nobody appeared except those two young males. Where was that large group of 15 animal? We resolved to come back to the place where the yesterday’s group had been seen. Suddenly the senior guide Murat, who stayed in 200 meters from us, waved the hands and showed the signals, that he saw sheep. I took the position to fire because understood that the account went on minutes and seconds, and began to prepare for a shot. Sheep noticed us already because we stood on the sunny side while they were in shadow. It was the disturbing moment when they watched us and waited what we would do next. The distance was 220m. I took the comfortable position and looked through the sight hoping to find the sheep with the white line. O my God! I found it!But there was one difficult why I couldn’t fire immediately. The other male stood close to him and I could wound it. The risk was 90%. I realized that had to do something and tried to take the other position or we’d lose it. I wouldn’t have chance to shoot the chase because there was the gorge near them where the herd would hide. While I was changing the position the sheep went sideways and I could fire. The trophy was taken from the distance 220m. At that time it was my record in shooting from the short distances. Everybody congratulated me with the accurate shot and then followed the usual procedure of making pictures though it wasn’t not ordinarily in Iran. I’ll tell you the interesting story. It happened with me for the first time. I have to start from afar. When I arrived to Iran, I noted that the locals were fans of taking pictures and attached special, even ritual importance to it. They organized the trophy photo session like the professionals makeup artists. The team of 12 Iraqis rounded the trophy, washed it with shampoo, then dried it and started to brush. I guessed that if they had the hairdryer they would use it. The Iranians had prepared it so well and were so skillfully that made it looked even better than it was when was alive! When everything was finished, they forgot about me and started to make pictures with my trophy. I watched from the side for quite a long time and then asked Asif if I was superfluous at this hunting festival!) After my modest remarks they came to themselves, stepped aside and gave me the opportunity to take a picture with my trophy Kerman sheep. This situation was very interesting for me because all Iraqis were very good- natured, cheerful, hospitable people and it was easy to work with them and even language barrier did not interfere with our communication. At last we all did pictures with the sheep in the mountains, then they made pictures with me too and we went down to the car. Then we repeated the same procedure near the car and only after that drove to the camp to have rest and dinner. Next morning I moved to the other hunt for the Desert Ibex.