This was an intriguing hunt. After sighting our weapons, we drove 15 kilometers by car to a small village. There we switched to horses and began descending into the bed of a shallow river. After an hour and a half of riding, we reached an altitude of 2225 meters above sea level. We left the horses behind and continued on foot. The gamekeepers suspected that a herd of markhor should inhabit these areas. And indeed it was so. After covering just 400 meters, we took up an observation position at an altitude of 2236 meters, where we spotted two small groups. One of them included the old trophy male markhor that caught our interest. The distance was 453 meters. The first shot hit the target accurately but did not stop the markhor. The enduring animal moved away 550 meters. I made a second shot at this distance. Everyone clearly saw the second hit. But the markhor, without stopping, leaped another 20 meters and disappeared behind the ridge. We immediately set out in search of the wounded animal. The only way to reach it was along a narrow ridge. It was indeed an extreme approach. Dangerous cliffs were on both sides. We had to move very carefully, literally controlling every step. The markhor was behind the ridge. It was lying on the sheer cliffs two hundred meters away from me. A huge chasm separated us. It was evident that it was seriously wounded. I took aim and fired. The bullet hit the markhor again. It jumped up, ran a few meters, stopped... And then fell down from the cliff. We had to descend into the abyss to get the trophy. The organizers insisted that specially trained individuals would handle it. Several hours later, the trophy was brought to the riverbed. It was an elderly 12-year-old male. Despite the fall from a two-hundred-meter height, both horns were intact. Their length was 125 centimeters. Many thanks to the organizers and gamekeepers of the "Hutalon" company for the rich, vivid, and successful hunt.