This incomparably spectacular scene in front of you,
It is the Yenisei River in the Siberian region of Russia.
Whenever it starts to thaw toward the Arctic Ocean,
It marks the arrival of spring in Siberia.
At this time, solovy angler who had been busy for a winter,
Finally, I can take a little rest.
Solo is a local hunter,
But unlike ordinary hunters,
He lives in the cold Siberian region,
This vast land is the size of a half of the United States.
There are endless fields and wastelands,
And there are no railways or roads here,
There are only two ways to come,
Take a helicopter or boat ride.
So in Heger's hometown of Bahatia,
There are only more than 300 households all year round,
And some of them,
It's a professional hunter like Solo.
Now the hunting season of the last winter has just ended,
He was preparing to return to the village from the forest,
But before going back,
He's also going to clear the snow off the base.
And then collect some firewood,
This allows it to dry in the summer.
And on the vast ice and snow,
You can see him alone,
This is because of the 1500 acres of forest and wilderness,
It's all Solo's own turf.
In the 1970s, during the Soviet Commune,
Solo came to the north alone,
Commissioned by the state to hunt in this area,
At the age of 20, he and his companions boarded a helicopter.
With some money, a gun,
Thus began the Wilderness Extreme Challenge.
But then my companion couldn't bear to leave here,
These 1,500 acres became his own jurisdiction,
By now the convention has become commonplace,
This area is still his hunting area alone,
And he has a man, a dog, and a gun,
In this way, he survived tenaciously for more than forty years.
In the blink of an eye, winter goes to spring, and everything is ready,
Every year at the beginning of May,
The villagers will celebrate the victory of World War II,
As if in response to this celebratory fire,
The Yenisei River began to thaw its mighty northward stream.
At this time, Solo was also gradually getting busy,
He will ride in a canoe,
Catch the most delicious winter fish of the year for your family,
Also start preparing for this year's winter hunt,
Like making a new sleigh,
and training newborn dogs.
Wait until the end of the short spring, and when summer comes,
In infinite vitality,
One by one, the sables began to forage around with short hairs,
This is Solo's main prey,
It is also the biggest source of income for their hunters,
But summer is not the best time to hunt,
Their main battlefield is every winter.
At this time, the dog only needs to practice hunting hard,
Hunters must catch as much fish as possible to feed people and dogs,
At the same time, summer is also the hunters helping each other,
the season of repairing and building hunting houses,
Anything is made by themselves,
And chainsaws are one of their few modern tools.
A hunter must be an architect at the same time,
A carpenter and a cook,
to be able to survive alone in the deep forest.
Now the structure of the house has been basically completed,
Just cover it to prevent rain,
It can be put into use during the winter hunting season.
And unlike the harsh winter cold,
The biggest challenge at this time is the countless mosquitoes,
And there are no pharmacies here at all.
Hunters must prepare insect repellents.
They have an ancestral recipe,
That is, the roasted birch bark is processed into tar,
This tar tastes bad,
So a trip to the bathhouse every night is indispensable,
But it is very effective against mosquitoes.
Next
Solo is going to make a new snowboard.
From cutting down trees to polishing to burning,
Every step was done by himself.
For him, who has more than 40 years of hunting experience
None of this is a small thing
Just look at the texture of the fir,
He can judge whether the wood is good or bad.
Meanwhile, (00:38;29)
There are more than 20 hours of daylight here,
Since the sun is abundant, the vegetables grow extremely fast,
Therefore, it is also the busy season for hunters,
They repaired flower houses, fertilized and spread manure,
It's a lot of fun.
And wait until the golden gopher starts collecting pine nuts,
It means that the short summer is coming to an end,
And at this time of year,
There will be a few new things in the village,
For example, the cruise ship that comes to the shore of the tourist,
For example, politicians who solicit votes come to deliver things.
Politicians who come to solicit votes,
Every time some wheat and food are sent,
There's even a little bit of a theatrical performance.
But the villagers took what they had,
But the vote was never cast,
Whoever is the leader has nothing to do with them anyway.
Soon autumn is officially coming,
The hunters began to harvest potatoes and pick berries,
A good year of harvest.
After that, thick clouds and rain fell for a few weeks,
The water level of the river rises,
The hunters are finally leaving the house,
Ready to spend the winter in the forest.
Take advantage of the rise of the river level,
Hunters can transport heavy tools into the wild,
This includes snowmobiles, gasoline,
and all kinds of supplies needed for wintering,
And food like bread has to be put at the end,
The bakery in the village is stepping up production,
Now it's time to go,
A cup of vodka is essential,
After doing this cup of wine, everyone has their own things,
We'll see each other again in January of next year.
At this moment, the hunters began to roam alone,
They return to their original colors,
In the company of a few dogs away from the homeland,
From then on they had to rely on themselves for everything,
But freedom, no rules, no taxes,
There is no government, no law,
Only their own values and code of conduct.
Accompanied by their loneliness and fulfillment,
After breaking up with other hunters,
Solo entered a tributary of the Yenisei River,
Sailing against the current is very laborious,
Fortunately, I have a son who is helping all the way,
But after arriving at the destination,
The son will be separated from him,
Head to the hunting grounds of the upper regions,
Everyone has their own destiny,
In the end, he embarked on the journey alone,
And even hunters,
Everyone's behavior habits are also very different.
Some of them are rough, like this one.
Catching a fish is too slow to get a bullet,
And there are also cautious ones like Solo.
He will only do it when it is necessary to shoot,
Now the surrounding more than a thousand acres of land is Solow's world.
The first step he's going to take,
It is to place all kinds of supplies in his base camp,
Each hunter has a main base as well as several cabins,
They spend the whole winter in it,
It is important to ensure the safety of every place.
After a round of the tour,
Solo found that one of the wooden houses had been destroyed by bears,
So I stayed and did a little bit of remediation,
For them hunters, bears are the biggest threat in life,
As soon as they smell the food, they destroy the house,
Threatening,
And now they're still active in the forest.
Wait until after the first snow in early winter,
They went into hibernation one after another.
After determining that there is no trace of a bear,
Solow then began his next task,
That is, to spread the food into the hunting areas,
Because the whole hunting area is really too big,
So he has to make sure that there are adequate supplies everywhere.
In order to cope with various unexpected situations.
Generally food is placed on a very high shelf,
To prevent rats,
A plastic sheet is also wrapped in the tree.
meanwhile
And this task goes hand in hand with laying traps.
This work was done a lot when the winter hunt left last year.
But now we have to continue to improve,
There are two main types of traps they hunt.
One is the traditional spring trap,
Once the animal steps in, it can't escape,
But this trap has a drawback,
That is, animals can damage their fur when they struggle.
So they have another kind of trap.
That is, the horizontal frame handed down from generation to generation,
This kind of horizontal frame is equipped with a support mechanism,
Once the critter comes into contact with the bait,
Immediately the trigger mechanism is clamped,
And it's often a one-hit kill,
There wasn't much time to struggle.
Such traps Solow set from the spring,
When winter comes, there will be thousands of them,
Some hunters will set traps in autumn,
But Solo would never do that.
Because a lot of the women captured at this time are pregnant female beasts,
He sees this as a sign of greed.
And that's the quality that their hunters hate the most,
Only get what you need by season,
It is the way of survival of man and nature,
With this in mind,
Solo set the trap unhurriedly.
And with the perfection of the trap,
Time is also gradually entering the winter,
In the area of no large today,
The biggest living creatures were Solo and his dog.
Loneliness envelops all things, and only the dog is his only companion,
And for a hunter,
Without dogs, there would be no presence of them.
Dogs are both partners and assistants,
In Solo's nearly 40 years of hunting,
Sent away a lot of dear dog companions,
Now this one is called Renault,
After years of getting along,
He and Renault have developed a full tacit understanding,
Especially when hunting.
Hunters have their own way of raising dogs,
Although they all love dogs,
But never let the dog go into the house to sleep,
Because once the dog adapts to the warm environment,
It will slowly lose its hardiness.
And they're also very particular about feeding their dogs.
Usually the most satisfying at night,
And you can't feed too much during the day,
Otherwise, it will affect the sensitivity of the dog.
And in order to feed the dogs, Solow, like the other hunters,
Often need to dig holes in the ice to fish,
This winter fish fat is full of delicious taste,
It is both food for dogs and one of the most important supplies for people.
Wait until all the supplies are ready,
Every trap is laid out,
Solo's hunt officially began,
Every day his task is to drive a snowmobile,
Go to each trap to handle the prey.
Because the trap is set up in a circle along the mountain,
So Solo often walks away for a day,
Usually he can harvest 1 to 3 or 4 sables a day,
But now the market situation is not good,
The little sable is less and less valuable, and the money is becoming less and less valuable,
One winter's income is just good enough to maintain normal spending.
And for Solo now, money is less important.
It's just that this kind of hunting makes him feel like a murderer,
It's like a man raising livestock,
The end result is to kill them and eat meat,
He sometimes feels sad about it,
But he could only tell himself that this was the law of nature.
Day after day Solo thinks and lives in harsh conditions,
Others see this as a hard rush,
But in his opinion, it is everyday life.
On this day he went to a remote hunting area to collect his prey.
When I arrived, I found that the wooden house had been smashed on the door by a tree.
It's getting late, and he's unlikely to rush back to the big hunting room.
The only thing that could be done was to fix the wooden house.
In this desolate wilderness,
Once there is any accident, you can only resign yourself to fate,
It may be dead for many days without others noticing.
But Solo was never afraid.
Even death is the death of freedom,
And every day when the cooking smoke rises,
It is the banner of his victory over danger again and again.
The next day Solo spent a long time repairing the hunting house,
It wasn't until late afternoon that I found my way back to the Big Hunt House,
After a good night's sleep,
Soon the last day of December was ushered in.
Like all other hunters, Solo prepares to go back to the village for the New Year,
He filled a cart full of half a winter's harvest and New Year's goods,
And then embarked on the long journey home,
Solo had to sail 150 kilometers along the glacier,
From morning to night, there is no stopping to rush back.
During this time his dog never rode on a snowmobile,
Whether the owner is fast or slow, whether the weather is good or bad,
The whole way it followed and ran all the way,
It's still the same at night.
Finally the village of Bahatia finally stood in front of him,
And the family has been waiting for a long time, and the heart is thinking,
A warm welcome to Solo and the dogs.
At this moment all the rushes are willing,
For Solo and others,
It was a very happy time.
Russia celebrates Christmas on January 6th,
The whole village of people gathered together,
The lively atmosphere lasted for several days,
But hunters often stay very short.
After a few days and nights,
They're going to go back into the taiga,
Spend the remaining months of winter,
And this is the life they love.
Say goodbye to your family and get on a motorcycle,
They're facing a barren wilderness,
But the heart is abundant, dustless and dirt-free.
Solo is just a hunter, but all year round,
Live plain and tasteful,
Among these multitudes, peasants and hunters are rare,
Those who can witness the beauty of emptiness, coldness and silence,
Life is either gorgeous and warm or free and plain,
And the people who sit in the office for a long time Between the cubicles are the heavens and the earth.
A captive urban man,
Never experience the bitterness and joy of a wilderness hunter,
The only thing that's the same is that only hard work can buy freedom.
in exchange for the destination that the heart desires,
Watching the forest hut slowly generate cooking smoke,
Watching the robust dogs gallop along with the sled,
When seeing the hunters returning with a full load and reuniting with their families,
A long-lost emotion came to mind.
Chai Men smell the barking of dogs The wind and snow return to the people at night,
Probably the most beautiful state of life.