Ngo decided to sneak up on an animal on the left, where there were sparse bushes and single twisted oaks winds. And when they were with Paul, ending a long grueling rounds, slipped out of the woods and nachaligde crawling, running and where, ducking behind bushes, closer to the herd, the leader suddenly short bleated, and the herd as the wind blew. I had to start all over again. Twice more hunters came close to argali, and every time the leader raised the alarm when the distance between them and the herd was reduced to two throws a dart. In the hearts of Paul even refused to eat mealy tuber of arrowhead, which Ngo took from his leather bag, when they lay down at the big stone after another failed attempt. Argali huddled heap at the foot of the mountain, as well as the leader slowly walked about around their goats if taunting loser hunters.