Но Матт страшно перепугался- говорит, что если нас остановит инспекция то у него отнимут его ружье. А винтовка у него классная – Винчестер Магнум с красиво отделанным деревянным прикладом. «Скажешь- просит он- «что стрелял ты один» (пули у нас были одного калибра). Ну, думаю, и трус, однако согласился – какая мне разница – хотя моя винтовка тоже не дешевая.
Доехали до места – навигатор пищит – значит где-то здесь – машин и людей вроде поблизости нет. Остановились, нашли нашего оленя. Без труда закинули тушу в багажник и тронулись в обратный путь. Матт продолжал нервничать, ему все казалось, что нас преследует белая машина в которой он подозревал инспектора. Но все обошлось. Благополучно дехали до дома и уложили оленя на пригорке, чтобы кровь стекала. Сфотографировались. Матт обнял меня – его предчувствие удачи оправдалось – вот же везучий дьявол!
Начали разделывать тушу. Мясо казалось отличного качества – оранжево-розоватого оттенка с приличным слоем подкожного жирка – одним словом – молодое, здоровое животное.
Матт, не спросясь, отхватил себе все непарные органы, я не стал с ним спорить и препираться, но про себя решил: «нет, брат, при всей твоей везучести, я с тобой на охоту больше не ходок». Как у нас в России говорили- «с этим парнем в разведку не пойду». А фотогафию с моим первым трофеем отпечатал и повесил на стене. Будет память на мои оставшиеся годы.
A trip to the ancient sea
Once, when I studied Biophysics in Weizmann Institute of Science, I took a very intriguing course: «Biological Evolution»
The course proved to be not only interesting but truly fascinating.
As my background was in Material Engineering, the whole bunch of new words, terms and concepts were to be learned. I sat in the Institute’s library with a dictionary and studied development of all kind of tentacles, whiskers and other parts of animal bodies. But, God, it was rewarding!. The whole new world opened before me. Instead of simplistic «Soviet Union» interpretation I understood that evolution did not occur as a straight ascendant line but there were degradation, sort of «counter – evolution», merges, and Darwin’s theory was just part of the story. Interaction of genetic pool and slow (and not so slow!) accumulation of new favorable features with the major impact of ever changing climate conditions shaped out the modern world we live in.
The apex of the course was a trip to the dried up bottom of the ancient sea. That sea existed some 100 millions years ago but fossilized skeletons of prehistoric creatures and shells have been found in that sea till present days.
A famous American professor of Biology was leading the tour. The deal was like this: he provides guidance and explains the findings, whereas we, the students, have to hand him over the most precious items found.
We started a slow descent to the bottom of the dried sea. The shores were all sandy and very movable. We had been shown the easiest trails down and the hunt for natural antiques began.
We wondered a couple of hours in the sea bottom and then, our pockets full of little fossilized bones and shells, started to ascend. Finally all were back on the top but nothing was handed over to the American professor. No big or unique findings!
There was time to go back to our cars, but my insatiable curiosity and desire to find something outstanding drove me back to the edge of the sea shore steep edge. Here I noticed some sort of roundish stone peeping out of the sand, it was few steps down and I took the risk and carefully made these steps. Then I dug out the stone – it proved to be a huge ammonite, size of a big table dish and almost entirely intact! I put it under my shirt and looked for a way to go back. At that moment, the sand under my feet started slowly and treacherously to yield in and I was driven down with frightening acceleration. The picture of my fall probably reminded the famous Surikov painting: «Suvorov’s Army passes over Alps»
In a few minutes of that crazy descent I was back at the bottom of the sea and when I looked up – I saw small figures of people, size of a play-mobile dolls crawling on the top. My efforts to climb up were futile: the sand dutifully yielded under my feet and I was idling at the same spot… I frantically started to think what to do in order to avoid embarrassment of rescue party send to me and get me out. I recollect one documentary movie when some native people were moving on the steep sandy shores by digging small holes along their way. This tactic was used: I dug a hole with my hands, put a foot into it and then dug another hole for the next step…
It took not long to feel my hands and feet are shaking with fatigue but I had no choice but continue this arduous climb. And finally, I saw one of my friend leaned over the precipice edge to give me a hand.
I was up on the top again! And my precious ammonite was still with me!
I showed it to our American guide and my ambitious desire was satisfied – he took it!
…One very pretty girl from our group approached me and handed over a small bouquet of freshly picked wild flowers but this would start my next story…
Good bye the 100 milions years old sea – we took to our cars and safely drove back to civilized world.
Экскурсия на дно древнего моря
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