A Privilege – that’s all I can say.

It’s taken a while to write this post.

It’s taken a while to process and absorb the day.

It’s taken the generosity of Claire Thomas Photography recording it all

for me to appreciate exactly how amazing this day was.

It began with a drive into the countryside.

An adventure in itself.

To visit another family and enjoy their remarkable hospitality.

Aykerim and her family welcomed us

with the by now, familiar and welcoming Mongolian hospitality.

(What is mine, is yours)

Even their/my horse ;

an enchanting little (they are all little)

fluffy (they are all fluffy)

aloof (they are all aloof)

nameless (they all are nameless)

and WHAT a PRIVILEGE.

A beautiful young man appeared, towering above me,

with his equally beautiful eagle on his arm.

We followed him, guided by his smile, body language and instinct.

To a world as old as time itself,

and which is slowly (and not so slowly now) fading away.

Traditionally, eagles were used to capture foxes, rabbits etc for,

apart from anything else, their skin for clothing.

With this in mind, the skins had to be whole and undamaged by the bird/s.

Therein is another part of the ‘art of the hunt’

And so we set off to see how the younger generation ‘did things’.

See A day with the King for reference.

There are no words to describe this experience, so I shall attempt to notate photos which I hope will give you a taste of the day.

(and if you want to experience it personally,

contact ClaireThomasPhotography for a private,

exclusive exposure to the nomads and their eagles.

Eagles cannot fly uphill, so they ride to the top of a hill which in itself is an achievement.
For the horse, the eagle (which is remarkably heavy)
and the rider who is balancing the bird and horse.

Once the prey (in this case a fox) has been spotted and flushed out

(there is almost always someone below – team work – even though the eagle identifies only with its handler, in this cause Baurlas,

the eagle is released.

To soar down quicker than you can blink, well almost.

And pounces on the fox. It is remarkable to watch.

The bird is so large that you cannot see the fox beneath the spread of her wings.

Speed is of the essence now as Baurlas and his horse go down the very mountainous hill as fast as they can to get to the fox before the bird damages it.

The other team member

(in this case on a motor bike 😂 the new and old world blending)

has distracted the bird with some food.

I have deliberately keep these photographs small

as I appreciate not everyone wants to see them.

Nonetheless, here is the hunter tying the fox,

(see the scratches on his hand),

while at the same time rewarding his eagle with meat.

The heavy clothes and large glove serve many purposes,

not least of which is protection.

The eagle has very long sharp talons and an equally sharp beak.

And then, of course there is the fox’s teeth and claws to contend with.

All the while, our horses wait patiently on the top of the hill.

An idea of how far away the two had gone before….

And our pleased as punch hunters return to the top again.

Where we all connect and begin the long descent back to the steppes.

And for me, at least, another wild, wonderful, experience.

Baurlas calls me alongside him – and watch what happens.

But wait, there’s more :

Pinch me……

And that was only the morning 🥰

When we got back to the home, hot lunch and time to absorb what just happened.

And the generous, lovely Baurlas again called the ‘old lady’ outside

and with a twinkle in his eye, stripped.

To reveal a very slight, very young lad under all that fur.

And then with such kindness, dressed me in his huge outfit.

Insisted I get on his horse and gave me his lovely eagle.

Such remarkable memories

Eternally grateful.

Some more images of a magical experience.

The apprentice and master

And the beautiful huntress is neatly wrapped and tied

Seemingly as happy as always for the trip ‘home’

As we farewell Aykerim and her lovely family.

A day with the King: Khairatkhan

The morning after the night before

saw me pottering on one of the horses.

My FIRST ride

on the famous Mongolian pony.

Like nothing I could have imagined.

A few more self indulgent moments before the Real Thing.

Like the prelude to the Real Performance.

Self Indulgence, I know 😂

and one more for the moment …..

my first crossing of the ice – cautious – both of us.

No need for the helmet – rather for a head warmer.

AND THEN THE AWE INSPIRING PRIVILEGE

of riding with the EAGLE HUNTER HIMSELF

Khairatkhan and his beautiful ‘girl’

We rode with him to the top of the mountain,

watching and waiting for a fox –

Waiting and…..
……watching

Interestingly, eagles cannot fly uphill,

they climb up hills.

But oh can they soar downhill.

Oh do they have amazing eye sight.

Oh does the combination make them powerful hunters.

There is patience needed.

There are good eyes needed.

There is speed needed.

There is also teamwork needed.

Khairatkhan and his eagle.

Support down below.

A reliable solid horse

The aim is to get an undamaged fox skin,

which means getting to the capture before the eagle begins damaging this fox.

There is so much patience required.

Wanting to hunt isn’t the same as hunting.

There has to be something to hunt.

And not today.

So Khairatkhan showed us how he trains her.

Fascinating in itself.

The eagle gets fed daily, but never much.

This is to keep her alert and ready to hunt.

There is cantering to ensure balance between rider, eagle and horse is solid.

And then I was lucky enough to have some fun time.

One on one and such a privilege.

And a self indulgent slide show ….. of you know who 😉

And so an amazing experience ends….

Little did I know what was still to come ;

No not steak knives 🤣.

A farewell to our lovely hosts;

a drive back to Ulaankhus

a delicious meal and beds.

Little did I know there was

SO MUCH MORE TO COME.

Magical Hidden Trails by Horseback

There’s always magic when you go with Laura, Christian and their crew.

Whether its your first ride ever with them :

A seven day ride up north,

A round about Victoria’s mystical Wonnangatta ride;

Or beautiful brumby territory; the Bogongs;

(you’ll be glad to know there isn’t a blog, 😝

There is a facebook album with the story on each photo –

sorry, but if you interested – open the photos individually and you will

‘get the picture, so to speak ‘ 😝

https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.6191761317509588&type=3

Or down in the Howqua ;

regardless of how many time you go.

And then there is

THIS TIME.

Where we had:

Amazing weather.

Amazing people.

Amazing horses.

In other words,

nothing has changed.

Riding with https://www.hiddentrails.com.au/

is

ALWAYS AMAZING.

And this time was no exception.

So come along ‘for the ride’

and enjoy the photos (credit to the entire gang for these)

It all began in Mansfield,

where friends from S Australia, NSW and Victoria

united over dinner and morning coffee

and off we went to Mirimbah

to meet our horses

and the Most Amazing Crew of People.

We rode up hills.

which went up, up and up

To reveal fantastic views

Whichever
way we looked

We stopped:

the horses drank and

we listened to the sound of water

We rode,

we looked,

we listened to Matt’s explanations

We went to the top of the world

Had a look around
waved goodbye

and then had one last look….

Just to make sure….
Because things may look different through the horse’s eye

We sat around

Sometimes on our horses….
Sometimes leaning against each other
Sometimes on the ground
Sometimes round the fire
Other times round a table
Sometimes unsure – a foot in each camp is probably safest
Or perhaps far from the madding crowd!

We had, as always, amazing food, fabulous fires, heaps of laughs,

And for three wonderful nights,

we had

another day to look forward to.

Like this one

Moments of quiet
Moments of laughter
And unbelievable beauty.

And just like that, it was time to leave.

Even the horses knew that.

and we hurried for those last memories to be made

Happy, contented people.

There is a ps 🤣

a mini reunion which saw us last to leave The Anvil, after midnight,

just as the rain arrived and we walked home, wet, happy, tired, tipsy

with such such special memories of a fabulous week.

And all thanks to http://www.hiddentrails.com.au/

Thanks as always to Hidden Trails.