A young huntress learns what it means to hunt tur and ibex in Central Asia.
After what seemed like an eternity in the air, I planted my size six feet on the soil of the first of many forgotten countries that would be along my sojourn–Azerbaijan. Hidden faces stared at my exposed, pale skin, round eyes and camouflage luggage. Then I met the men who would have my life in their hands for a week, and I suddenly felt at ease. Continue reading Sheep Hunter’s Rite of Passage