Missed specimen

Yes, cool..I remember when I was still at UNI in 1991 I was sent on an expedition to the Amur region...well, there I am with the plain dope on the scree got out in the local mountains...how it dragged me along..about ten meters before the cliff smog will somehow stop...my whole life didn't flash by then...but I learned the rule not to meddle in scree..apologies for off top

to Cerambyx - this nutcracker.
http://www.koleopterologie.de/gallery/FHL0...-keresztes.html

to Cerambyx - this nutcracker.
http://www.koleopterologie.de/gallery/FHL0...-keresztes.html

Thank you, he is! Well, another entomological mystery in life has become less

good but not mine..I don't know if it's really childhood...however, mine was somewhat different...but thanks anyway...In short, I think the way out is simple..catch a live pareisi and see if it glows...

Back when the vast majority of participants in this forum (or their parents) lived in one country called the USSR, I visited relatives in Kyrgyzstan, in Przhevalsk. And once we went for mushrooms in the mountains in the eastern part of the Issyk-Kul basin. In addition to the mushroom basket, I stuffed a bunch of bottles, boxes, etc. into my pockets. All the time I was not so much collecting redheads in the spruce forest from Schrenk spruce, as I was trying to look for ground beetles, etc. beetles... As a result, I climbed almost to the top and had to go down willy-nilly. As a result-on...Xia Yi was flying twenty meters head over heels with a basket and other belongings... And then for at least half an hour I crawled through the bushes, looking for bubbles and collecting mushrooms that flew out in all directions. The most annoying thing is that I never found a bottle with a bright copper-green sauce! (probably C. akinini). And near Przhevalsk how many did not look for-this view was not found...

This post was edited by Elizar-03/04/2008 15: 48

I also had a history, though not so extreme... Last summer, Letov spent "zakosy" dry meadows, put the catch in the stain... At one point, my net is full again, I put my hand in my pocket, and it's empty... I realize that I dropped it somewhere nearby, so I start looking for it... After about five minutes, I start to get nervous - the fees for half the day were gone, there were interesting views... I begin to search for the crushed grass and broken stems, then I understand that I trampled solidly here and that I would have to sort out all these traces, apparently, to be Dersu Uzala... Another 10 minutes later, to my great joy, I see a jar in the grass... For the rest of the day, I kept touching my pocket to see if my fees were still there...

I have 3 sad stories):
1) I caught Anchomenus dorsalis yesterday..potm while photographing her, she ran off the table, and I accidentally ran over her with the wheel of the chair pitifully....there is only a photo I hope to find more....
2) and when I was small (about 8 years old) and still not fond of insects, I was walking in the city of Vladikakaz and found some strange beetle...I know exactly what someone from Khrushchev but some strange color he was-white with black molosami and spots...don't know who it is?? I never saw anything like it again
3) in the summer of 2007, I saw a night peacock's eye several times in one day at a dacha in Rostov-on-Don...NOT CAUGHT I hope this summer will catch)))

  I have 3 sad stories):
when I was small (about 8 years old) and still not fond of insects, I went for a walk in Vladikakaz and found some strange beetle...I know exactly what someone from Khrushchev but some strange color he was-white with black molosami and spots...don't know who it is?? I never saw anything like it again

There are not enough signs to identify Khrushchev... At least know the size, as well as the nature of the stripes and spots on the elytra - "scuffs" on the scales or still "drawing"? If it is large, then maybe a marble crunch-Polyphylla fullo?

here, I climbed on the Internet, found a similar photo

Maybe I'm wrong ,but it was a beautiful bug..length2-2,5 cm. somewhere

On the photo of Polyphylla alba, most likely. Perhaps it was indeed Polyphylla fullo. Or.. I do not know if Anoxia orientalis is possible in Vladikavkaz. But it seems from similar to the description-this is all.

Well, there may also be a close look: Caucasian marble crunch-Polyphylla olivieri, very similar to Polyphylla fullo.

Yes, maybe he is...the caucasus after all)

metallman. 92, the beetle you noticed in Vladikavkaz is rather Polyphylla olivieri, very similar to fullo, as Dmitrich correctly said, in the Caucasus there seems to be no nominative Polyphylla fullo, where it is completely replaced by Polyphylla olivieri.

The topic is certainly hot - as you know, what flew away is always larger, more beautiful, more valuable and less often than what was eventually caught. From the latest examples: last August, I look at a height of 6-7 meters on the trunk of a tree sitting ribbon and some of it is too small for the usual nupt. I set up the ladder, carefully climbed without making any noise - I looked at Malaya krasnaya, but while I was thinking how to take it more conveniently, it suddenly took off and flew away, like in that fable about cheese...I didn't see any more small red ribbons in my house.

The topic is certainly hot - as you know, what flew away is always larger, more beautiful, more valuable and less often than what was eventually caught. From the latest examples: last August, I look at a height of 6-7 meters on the trunk of a tree sitting ribbon and some of it is too small for the usual nupt. I set up the ladder, carefully climbed without making any noise - I looked at Malaya krasnaya, but while I was thinking how to take it more conveniently, it suddenly took off and flew away, like in that fable about cheese...I didn't see any more small red ribbons in my house.

Well, put the bait somewhere in August, and restore justice

This post was edited by Nozer - 05.05.2008 17: 58

I catch there on the lamp for 13 years and never small red ribbon did not fly.

But you started fishing for the split one this year, as you wrote in the topic reports on fishing, it can fly to the split one... or maybe they fly in the dead of night? In general, I noticed that tapeworms do not like to sit in the light, but sit somewhere near in the shade.

In the Crimea, for two weeks of being there, I saw a promise that came to light twice!

But for me, the most unpleasant loss, unexpectedly ended with a big gain, and this is not in material terms.

It was in ' 92. All my aspirations then were directed to the capture of one long-mustached "heavenly" creature (you can guess which one), which is, perhaps, not the most important object of lust of the beetles aspiring in Primorye. It was already known where they were caught several times by visiting Moscow entomologists - a rather remote clearing, where I alone did not dare, at that time, to go, because of the periodic appearance in the local places, much more noticeable (though no less rare) striped sights - tracks systematically updated by them, in dried puddles,in the forest, in the forest, in the forest, in the forest, in the forest, in the forest, in the forest, in the forest, in the forest, in the forest, in the forest, in the forest, in the forest, in the forest, in the forest, in the forest, in the forest, in the forest, in the forest, in the forest, in the forest, in the forest, in the forest, in the forest, in the forest. they left no doubt about it, and definitely, meeting with them was not part of my plans.
In general, I pulled my father along, who reluctantly, but, nevertheless, agreed, justifying, for himself, for sure, a mediocre lost day, with the standard set of opportunities for a forester-gardener - to see, on the way, "how is the lime tree", "will there be a bump", and, perhaps, even, if you're lucky, find something five-piece, with a red berry .

And here we are.
We turn off the road into a clearing, go deeper into the thicket, along the way carefully looking through the dead stands of green-horned maple-but all to no avail. One tree was a small, very rotten stump (2 meters and a half), and I kicked it, completely filling it up. Immediately my father noticed and pointed out to me how something flew off and landed nearby on a sprawling bush of Manchurian aralia. Oh, it was her!
Excitement, a rush, a quick rash decision.. and I make the most obvious and stupid mistake of novice net throwers-I try to pick up a jerk from below.. safely tear off the sheet, overlap the hem of the net (already secretly suspecting that nothing good came out of the whole procedure), and so it is - the net is empty

Even my father was upset (who probably already hoped that we could put an end to this and return home).
Like a fool, I run around the net, looking at the grass where it might have been thrown, trampling the whole clearing - all in vain.
Gradually expanding the perimeter of the search - just lost copy, or, already any other, we spend a few hours in a bad mood, and the time is nearing evening, and it becomes obvious that it's time to return. In addition, it is known that this species is very light-loving and shows maximum activity only during peak hours-from one to three.
The last round, re-checking the same trunks, which, by all rights, they should be on.. pleasant yellow light from the setting sun clearly hints-it's time to go back (two more hours on the way back), we start to leave the clearing.

Despair, confusion, but is it really going to end like this? For some reason, I remembered what one of the philosophers said: "everything that is most valuable in life happens at the last moment." My father leads the way, he's closer to the road entrance, a few more steps and that's it.
To the right, they passed the last suitable stand, the lowest of all the trees that had already been circled several times that day. The sun's rays barely touched its opposite side.. And then I say to myself, "No!" I mutter, "Wait," and walk briskly toward the tree.
As my father followed me in my last attempt to check out this hidden, lighted place, he trotted after me, about ten meters to the tree.
I'm getting there.. I'm going around.. I begin my inspection: at first, as usual, from the middle up, and then slowly lower my gaze to the bottom..

A meter from the ground, in the most illuminated area, she was sitting - Rosalia heavenly.


An excellent specimen of a male, it was in some slight tension from, apparently, a recent landing (otherwise it would have had nowhere to come from, this trunk, in three hours of searching, I combed from all sides several times).
I was immediately struck by how strongly the beetle gave off turquoise, which made it even more incredible, this combination of blue and turquoise diamonds sparkling in the sun.
I slowly substitute the net from below (my father also froze), and calmly take it in my hands. Fingers clumsily grip the trapped treasure.

Oddly, the first storm of excitement didn't come from my mouth . My father (whether he was so struck by the beauty of this view, which he had never been able to imagine so closely before), or by the force of the moment, suddenly exclaimed, so loudly and directly: "our victory!!". Yes, I also thought that we had won. (by the way, they said that a fairly famous Moscow entomologist, who was the first to discover the population of this species in that place, at the time of his first meeting, sang the anthem

All the way home, I kept it in my hand, in a matchbox, so as to avoid any force majeure. Then, of course, everything is prosaic-ether, and eternal sleep. But I didn't put it on a needle, I didn't dare.
This copy was always kept separately, in the same matchbox, in a closed drawer, and only sometimes, my growing nephew crept up on me, and quietly, through the gang, asked to show "Rosal" while no one was looking, somehow realizing all the mystery of what was happening at the moment.

The post was edited by Onehunter - 07/23/2022 00: 04

Even as a child, in a forest plot in the Mamadyshsky district of the Republic of Tatarstan, I examined oaks in search of raspberry ribbon. And as a result, I saw a large beetle on the trunk. My first thought is a female stag beetle. I picked it up, looked at it, and saw that it was a large dark bronze. All he had on hand was a matchbox, which he successfully stuffed into. Then the river, swimming in it, after getting dressed, looked in the box. But there was no sign of the bug. Only after a few years of buying the red book, I realized that it was a wax hermit. I haven't seen him since.

This year I visited that plot again, went up to that oak tree and saw a large green bronze fish circling at the top out of reach of the net. Just a thought - Netocia aeruginosa. Somehow pulling the net to its maximum length, he swung it at her. The bronze fell to the ground in the grass. I searched for it for a long time, but I didn't find it. This is a recurring failure that connects me to that place.

But you started fishing for the split one this year, as you wrote in the topic reports on fishing, it can fly to the split one... or maybe they fly in the dead of night? In general, I noticed that tapeworms do not like to sit in the light, but sit somewhere near in the shade.

In this Catholic year, they flew to the stab lamp almost everywhere...
But in Primorye, the pact was missed, they saw it crawling on the screen several times, but they couldn't pick it up.In the Moscow region, the pact is banal, but it looks rare in the Far East.

I've had a chance. ...
It was a warm day in early August. I decided to go out and catch some butterflies.
At first I came across banal views.... it was boring. But somehow I sat down and started putting the pigeon in a triangle of tracing paper that. Suddenly I see podaliriy sitting on the grass two meters away from me (at that time this butterfly was a chapel of dreams for me). I jumped off, took only the net with me and ran after her, of course I scared her off. Anyway, I ran after her, ran until I lost sight of her. I looked around, but there is no one like. Once again I looked around and saw a yellow butterfly sitting on a bush, without looking at the size and pattern, I caught it in a net. I was so glad until I looked into the net. It was "Colias hyale"

The simplest story.It probably happened to everyone.Arrived by car, the net is folded, went out to drink water, collect huruebochki, etc.At this point, often someone very desirable flies by in a single copy, and then does not appear again!

Once 2 times I caught a Podaliriya with my hands and 2 times it flew right out of my hands!!! Once I also missed a poplar tapeworm.

This post was edited by Entomon - 10.02.2012 18: 00

And I do... Before I take something, I try to take a picture first. How many rarities I missed. But I'm glad they succeeded...

And I do... Before I take something, I try to take a picture first. How many rarities I missed. But I'm glad they succeeded...

You're lucky to have even taken a picture of them! And all the rare ones I came across at the most inopportune moment! For example, they served it when I was walking from the dining room ( we were then in Lazarevskaya, in the sanatorium "Quiet Don". I recommend it to entomologists. A huge territory, mostly covered with mixed forest, a lot of rare insects, I personally saw an oleander hawk moth on the lantern. A lot of Macroglassum stellatarum and Hemaris fuciformis), and not one did not catch, there was no net!

This post was edited by Entomon - 02/11/2012 10: 59

Last June, I was in Turkey, near Kemer (Goynuk). Naturally, I climbed the neighboring mountains. He looked at the local hornets with respect and caution, trying not to provoke them. At the slightest sign of concern on their part, he preferred to move to a safe distance. Once again, noticing that a pair of hornets, dissatisfied with my approach to the pine trunk they had chosen, rose into the air with an unequivocal intention, I quickly went in the opposite direction. Then I heard a deep buzzing sound above my left ear and felt a light touch on my ear. Instinctively, he bent down and waved his hand over his ear, feeling that he had pushed away some large insect, and only then did he look back. Ahhh!!! Slowly gaining altitude, a hefty beetle, 99.9% goldfish, was moving away in the direction of the mountain slope. My pathetic attempts to reach the beetle with a net were insignificant, I just watched it disappear until it became a disappearing dot against the background of pine trees on the mountainside...

I recommend the art. Black for catching Podaliris... I already marked a female there last summer...

Once in August of last year I was looking around Sevastopol. A bunch of thistles on a flowering shrub. One of them is strange - there's something wrong with her. I stare - and am dumbfounded - at Danaida Chrysippus! A net in hand, a bush on the side of a cliff-not to reach...A gust of wind blows, and the overseas wonder disappears before I know it...and no one believes that the most annoying thing...)

And Troides padmaskovnye ordinary delo

So Troides padmaskovnye common thing

Troides helena (Linnaeus, 1758); Troides andromache (Staudinger, 1892), etc. They just fly to Moscow in packs.: as there is no end of mosquitoes
Something nickname familiar

Eh Vasili

Oh Vasily

Come on, I joked.

And the Trogosome?

And the Trogosome?

Ec

Bad Den in vain lowered Sezukh find delof then SElezom a lot was in 96

Bad Den shouldn't have lowered the Sezukh we'll find delof then SElezom was a lot in 96

Yeah: it's not a prionus, exactly. God forbid.

Bad Den shouldn't have lowered the Sezukh we'll find delof then SElezom was a lot in 96

Who's there?

Who's there?

IMHO "lost" was Macroglossum (I understand). We can congratulate you on your return
To all: let's not write under the nickname "Guest", eh?

This post was edited by vasiliy-feoktistov - 11.02.2012 19: 32

I'm not venovat I vashel))