Tales of an entomologist. About adventures and travel

Novel.Concerning the halotype and paratypes of the same P. simonius taldicus.The series is large-more than 100 copies.I sent a few to my good friends,and I am inclined to take holotyp and other paratypes to Sviri dova and Lukhtanova.I'm thinking of splitting this hundred-plus copies of paratypes into two museums.It's probably better than going to one museum?

The name of the person who robbed entomologists was mentioned(I didn't mention it).I started this topic-I received a lot of messages in the personal account.A person from St. Petersburg,who personally suffered from him, expressed his opinion to me through a personal account.He talked to him after that.A lot of fiery water has flowed since then-no need to voice the bad stuff.It was, but it's gone.The person has changed,the time has changed.It was a bad thing, but that was a long time ago.

Guys, thank you for telling me about this person, at one time there was an idea to contact him with a request and for help, but now it won't even occur to me. Let's share such information more often, I think there is nothing shameful here, it's worse if everything turns out in the process, so to speak, on the spot. Although I agree with Roman Yakovlev, the time was bad , but I think that you yourself Roman always kept a human face!

I think so, I saved it. I had many contacts with the aforementioned person. Everything is very positive, from the exchange of information to the exchange of material.
Taking a little distance from the scuffles described here by the new Rimbaud-anonyms, I will say that ALL of Kyrgyzstan, ALL of Tajikistan, Aktash, Mondy-knew that people go there not for science, but for a long ruble (read Deutsch mark). I myself heard that someone hired collectors in Altai Aktash, and only as a result was robbed and then there all in a row beat the muzzles of local whips.
Guys - the 30th day. Let's talk more about the positive side. Less crunch broken legs, arms. A little more smiles and brains.

All that is discussed above is important for many of us, but it is advisable to do it in a special topic. For example, "Relations with the authorities and local population in fishing areas".
And now I ask you to listen to the story.
There is a place in the Crimea where the DRL-250 shines at night for more than a quarter of a century, in any weather (except subzero temperatures). And under it, entomologists gathered and continue to gather, not only from the former USSR,but also from far abroad. I also collected butterflies there many times, talked with entomologists. Many stories were told. But the story is about the events under the lamp.
It was probably in the late 80s of the last century. In this part of the Crimea, there was a massive growth of the migrating meadow moth (sticticalis). I've never seen anything like it before. Butterflies were perched on all the leaves of trees, shrubs and grass. In the evening, when the lamps were turned on, a "snow" storm began, butterflies swarmed in thousands around each light source.
The same thing happened under the "entomological" DRL, for the first few minutes you could see and catch something between hundreds of sticticalis, but when they covered the screen with a full layer, which happened in the first 10-20 minutes, fishing on the screen ended, and the weather was good, you didn't want to go home, there were conversations and hope I hope that something will be noticed and caught in this whirlwind of butterflies. Every half hour, the layer of sticticalis was doubled. A dense multi-layered mass on the screen, and under ... a thick mass-biomass. That's where the fairy tale begins.
Under the lamp, together with entomologists, hedgehogs also came. Well, everyone knows this, and at the top they described the relationship between hedgehogs and collectors. And under this lamp, all sorts of things happened: football, Crimean wine treats, and much more. True, it did not reach the point of murder, self-mutilation and other grave consequences.
At that time, hedgehogs did not represent competition, and they were looked upon with condescension and envy: "That's who gets lucky." And the hedgehogs were lucky, they were allowed to see the screen, and no one offered to leave the place of feasting. And the hedgehogs feasted. The biomass covered the hedgehogs with their heads, they snorted, sneezed, got angry at each other and continued to eat. The voracity of hedgehogs is well known, even Darrell wrote about it, but what happened at the end of the feast, probably even he could not imagine. It began to get light and the hedgehogs decided that a little of the good stuff and began to get ready to go home. But... it was good to bathe in the biomass and eat with your mouth full. But you need to go home on the ground, and what to do if all four legs at the same time do not reach her birthmark – the stomach interferes!!??. And then the circus begins. Feeling an incomprehensible threat, they try to curl up in a ball. Big HAHA. This should be seen from the side, paws under the stomach and spines on the muzzle. This is the end of the tangling process. After lying down for a few minutes, the process of returning home resumes. Convulsive attempts to move go in two directions relative to the axes of symmetry. One group of hedgehogs moves the center of gravity to the front of the body (while the head is outweighed) and paddles towards the bushes with its front legs. The process is slow and convulsive, weak grip on the ground and a lot of abdominal friction on the ground. A group of innovators switches to a sideways movement, passing over to one of the sides (for example, the left side), the hedgehog paddles both the front and back, sliding on its stomach. Tired legs, a graceful turn over the stomach to the other side and rowing continues. The innovators have won, and all the hedgehogs are safely raked through the bushes.
The next night, everything repeats. Only hedgehogs in the morning are not afraid of their swollen bellies, but elegantly rake through the bushes.
Happy New Year to all.

Sell butterflies.And what amounts are we talking about?Recoup your trip?If the season turned out normally and then suddenly everything was bought at once not in bulk, but at a divine price-what kind of earnings?Going on an expedition in nature is great.Pay for the trip is not bad.It's harder to earn money. For the soul to collect, without buying, without selling, without changing?

Sell butterflies.And what amounts are we talking about?Recoup your trip?If the season turned out normally and then suddenly everything was bought at once not in bulk, but at a divine price-what kind of earnings?Going on an expedition in nature is great.Pay for the trip is not bad.It's harder to earn money. For the soul to collect, without buying, without selling, without changing?

It seems that apart from Le Mult, no one got rich from fishing. Or got rich, but hides it carefully

but there are not many maniacs who can buy butterflies for such money. therefore, it is silly to talk about fabulous profits.

Yes, market saturation is rapid. What about Churkin? Well done just entomologist + commerce... Rare combination

Merchants like Churkin should be given a monument to the Pioneers. Thanks to Taim as him, Avtokrator became a diligent butterfly in contrast to the myth of its extreme rarity in the 80's. It's all complicated. It is impossible to contrast commerce and science.. In entomology, it is definitely impossible and in biology.

By the way, a new species of Parnassius gluki was recently described

http://feeco.narod.ru/gallery/humor/hum_pr/page175.html

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By the way, a new species of Parnassius gluki was recently described

http://feeco.narod.ru/gallery/humor/hum_pr/page175.html

Parnassius GLITCHES-that's for sure ! Thanks!!!

Bears are funny animals.We went on a plateau in Tuva to Per Keiskibal.The two of us went far apart,because of the slope we don't see each other(the story of how the two of us were in a torn tent dubeli).The partner shouts-a bear (Arctiidae) caught.I yell at him, " get her in here."He screams,and she won't let me in.They are terrible when near and angry-killo 350 and from the mouth of the stench carries for 20 meters-growls.Two men with knives were standing in front of her, their knees shaking.

I joked at first, not seeing him with a bear, shouted back, and she with or without cubs.Caught atropurpurea and alpina.

A place known to many and loved by forumchanam-Aktash in Altai.There is a mine-mercury was extracted.There is a concrete pipe at the factory, it turns-through it the ore is twisted.I was there in 1989.Roman Yakovlev knows this mine well.I tried to sleep at night on this pipe-it's warm.On Saturday and Sunday, the workers left.
Not funny?

If you have a disability , it's not funny,but sad...

There is no disability.I couldn't walk for 3 years-I got cold nerve endings on my legs and 8 fractures.1.5 years since I started walking.

Be strong, my friend, and improve your health!And then without legs, what kind of butterflies will we catch?..

Let's talk about the scary stuff.Many people visited hot spots.We've seen all sorts of things there.I'm talking about my job as a plant protection agronomist.At work at the vegetable storehouse today arrived - - - cold weather, no heating-heaters are standing-at the heaters, rats with families with children are warming up in droves-smart eyes-people are almost not afraid-thick bellies-potatoes, cabbage, carrots are cracked.Toxic chemicals-specifically bought against them-for the winter already more than a lemon streskali - and do not care them-fat, fruit.Toxic chemicals for lemon four hundred - - - - - - - - don't care them-adaptation-three generations a year.A terrible death for them to do so - - - - - - - bread crumb with alabaster to interfere -- the ventricles are concreted- - - they scream in an inhuman voice- - - - they walk on their hind legs and look into their eyes.

Nafiga about such a sad thing!? Being a hunter, I killed enough game and even in nature I had to shoot stray animals. To run into a pack of stray dogs in the winter, you don't want the enemy...
Let's learn more about entomology, gentlemen!

Mines bite badly.We caught butterflies and wandered into a minefield.The hare took off on a landmine in front of us.Strange like-the weight is not the same.But he took off.We got out on all fours in a sweat for a long time-my partner served in the Marine Corps-fumbles in minefields-we got out by touch.Nuances of entomological expeditions.

Yes, the situation with mines is familiar.And after all, it's a shame-the most interesting butterflies fly on them!It is understandable, of course-no one bothers, does not mow the grass,they do not care about mines.Here you are standing next to the fence, and you pull your hand with a net through a thorn.And if you pull it out, it's not enough for a swing.
The hare ran into an old mine.I could see the Jordanian mines exploding in the rain.

I was a student on an expedition in Tajikistan,back when our people were in Afghanistan. once we went on a night fishing trip near the border thorn on the bank of the Panj. And on the other side, we can see that our gang was pinned down in the plavni, the battle began, tracers, flashes of fire. And we sit like fools and flash our flashlights. Of course, after 30 minutes, an armored personnel carrier with border guards rushed to the checkpoint. The officer says, who are you signalling to on the other side? Well, the redneck expedition is official, from Tropin, our senior went with him to the outpost to deal with it, and the machine gunners stood there with their guns pointed at us.

And they did the right thing

Once schoolchildren-members of the young entomologist's circle-tried to hook Bremery with a net from the train - the train is slowly moving through the Amur region. Even caught 2 pieces. There was a sea of them. So the train was full of chatter, who waved the white flag (net) and what it means. Often I was in border zones-I understand that you have your own job, and other people have their own - and no less serious . Therefore, we must seek a compromise. Our chief is generally an honorary border guard of the Russian Federation, because he participated in the demarcation of the border - he knows it better than many border guards...

In continuation of the topic of signals. On the same trip, I went to the Panj post office in the evening, it gets dark early, the queue for the phone is long. And the post office, surprisingly, is about 100 meters from the border. Along the river bank, there are rare street lamps, and insects are laughing around them. Exhausterom and I climbed up on the stand of a low lantern and began to rummage around. So as far as the lanterns climbed. Then he left. And in the morning, the chief says that there was an alarm signal in the city yesterday, a KGB outfit arrived at the post office, and one of the residents reported that Morse code was used to signal dushmans from the extreme lights. I sit quietly and say nothing...

1996 Yenisei Siberia. 10 km from the nearest village. The outskirts of a high-grass flood meadow near the Yenisei river channel. I managed to get a ship's searchlight and batteries for one night. The rivermen also allocated their own UAZ truck to drag us here.
I and a young meadow science student set up a tent borrowed from the locals, which looks like a sieve, and therefore only accumulates mosquitoes... Well, the sheets, the light, the fishing is not very good, but still...
About an hour and a half later, a strange sound came from the trail. The student, who is stupidly afraid of bears, starts to panic, and I reassure him that the bear would come quietly. It turns out, of course, only worse - he freezes, gawks and constantly pours out versions one more idiotic than the other: "And if...?", " And maybe...?"," What if...? " The sound also subsides, then resumes...
Finally, 2 horses with riders, young children, enter the light with a careful step. I know one of them.
Minute of silence... Finally, someone I know says, " An ... an ... dryukh! And m...we, b<>, d...thought they were, b<>, I ... eno...p...planeteers!"
It's good that I had alcohol with me, and the stress of the student and the guys was quickly removed... Half an hour later, 3 relaxed bodies were snoring sweetly in a tent full of triumphant vampires...

This post was edited by Papaver - 24.01.2010 19: 58

Many interesting species of insects are located in border zones.Border guards have a difficult job.There were many different situations-border guards often helped.Suddenly, someone who served in 1990-92 in the Pamirs or 1995 in Tuva will read it.Guys-thank you for your help with groceries and transportation.

It was in India. I fished in the nature reserve, 20-50 meters from the road. Suddenly I hear my driver whispering with bulging eyes - " Sir, get back in the car - it may be dangerous." I got in the car and he was pointing at me. That's how I didn't notice the elephant.

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This elephant decided to take a mammoth pose on the Berezovka River...

This elephant decided to take a mammoth pose on the Berezovka River...

Maybe from the smell???

In Primorye, a man caught butterflies-he brought his dog with him by train.Taiga places are beautiful-large butterflies and colorful carabuses-a paradise for the entomologist.The dog in one of the days of hiking rushed with a growl into the forest far away - there is a growl.A dog flies out of the forest, followed by a tiger.Dog to the owner's feet-looking for protection.The tiger, enraged behind the dog, made one paw movement-to the owner's face-go away.I tore up the dog(cats don't like dogs) and left.To the owner movement of a paw-skin to meat from a chin to a groin tore off.Some people may know the man-a Muscovite.The man reached the people-to the hospital. Musk deer-a small deer in Siberia-killed a man with back hooves in front of me-licked salt in a salt pit-a man from behind sneaked up unnoticed and the blow of a small animal-displacement of the bones of the skull.
Other acquaintances did not leave the hut in Primorye for two days-and in a crowded area - - - Krokodilovka in Arakcheev's book.The tiger came-knocked on the door, windows, and walked on the roof.The UAZ truck arrived-the tiger ran away from the sound of the car-the men were sitting in the hut for two days-the door was propped up from the inside.

Brutal stories

Very often, the danger of a number of places is greatly overestimated. Having at least some connections and not doing stupid things, you can hold out in any rural area, even in Tuva. For example, I am actively invited to Georgia, and if not for my passion for Ts. I would have gone to Asia. Drink some good wine, go around Mimino... They can kill you in Moscow, Barnaul, or Erzin. This is apparently very painful and always equally disgusting. Those who work in ZINA remember how one DBN employee of ZINA was beaten to death by scum in our cultural capital. Therefore, all good luck, success and reason. Once I was on a trip where there was a smart good boy but in earrings, dreddah and prosih tsatskah. The locals had 500 times more questions. And the boy is strong, nervous... I'm sorry , but I wanted to shave it myself. To make driving easier.
In general, both appearance and respect for local traditions (for example, not walking bare - assed among Muslims) are very important components of the success of a trip.
When you talk to local authorities (especially outside the Russian Federation) if you are a scientist or tourist (they understand this) you're supposed to look like a scientist or a tourist, not a homeless person.
My friends were in Beijing for a conference where one of the projects was disrupted, only (as it turned out later) because of the appearance of one of our delegates. Chinese professors sporting rollexes, ironed to the point of cutting themselves on the arrow on their trousers-and a man offering a serious project, in a construction team windbreaker, a baseball cap with a visor on the back of his head, unshaven, unshaven and unwashed...

Therefore, if we are all smarter , we will do better.

In Primorye, a man caught butterflies-he brought his dog with him by train.Taiga places are beautiful-large butterflies and colorful carabuses-a paradise for the entomologist.The dog in one of the days of hiking rushed with a growl into the forest far away - there is a growl.A dog flies out of the forest, followed by a tiger.Dog to the owner's feet-looking for protection.The tiger, enraged behind the dog, made one paw movement-to the owner's face-go away.I tore up the dog(cats don't like dogs) and left.To the owner movement of a paw-skin to meat from a chin to a groin tore off.Some people may know the man-a Muscovite.The man reached the people-to the hospital. Musk deer-a small deer in Siberia-killed a man with back hooves in front of me-licked salt in a salt pit-a man from behind sneaked up unnoticed and the blow of a small animal-displacement of the bones of the skull.
Other acquaintances did not leave the hut in Primorye for two days-and in a crowded area - - - Krokodilovka in Arakcheev's book.The tiger came-knocked on the door, windows, and walked on the roof.The UAZ truck arrived-the tiger ran away from the sound of the car-the men were sitting in the hut for two days-the door was propped up from the inside.

Residents of the Far East like to tell such tales. Probably to give yourself significance and scare away visiting people. So as Stanislavsky said,"I don't believe it!"

So as Stanislavsky said, " I don't believe it!"

that's why they are BIKES.

It's like a classic-meet on clothes-see off on the mind.But don't wear suits and ties.

I understand, it was just a shame for the tigers... You can usually co-exist peacefully with them on the same territory. There were practically no cannibals in Primorye (1-2 cases for the entire time). And they really like to eat dogs and catch them whenever possible. At the same time, they can drag a dog that sleeps 10 meters from the fire so that it does not even bark... At one time, when I was in Primorye, our driver took a dog with him, after that the tiger living in this territory did not rest... In the end, the tiger and the dog's owner tried almost simultaneously to claw the dog out of a thick bush. The owner managed it. The tiger left and there were no excesses. After that, the dog sat in a kung and was taken out to pee on a leash. It also happens to winter quarters, tigers approach but do not attack people and leave after satisfying their curiosity. Well, how many days to sit after that without leaving the hut depends on the stupidity of the person sitting there. Once a group of Moscow herpetologists was afraid to go further than 2 meters away from the fire for 12 hours. Even to the toilet... Although when they saw the tracks at the winter quarters, the tiger was no longer there...

Tigers don't just attack. It definitely is.
But even in the Far East, there are such cases, and they often flash in the local press. There are two sides to this problem:
1. If a tiger attacked a person in order to devour, then it is clearly a tiger with some kind of injuries, an old, infirm animal. It should be noted, however, that if the tiger decided to attack, then the person, most likely, will not even have time to understand anything. In Primorye, food for the tiger is ungulates, mainly wild boar, raisins, and spotted deer. Sometimes it can also overwhelm a young bear. The dog is an obvious treat, just like for a leopard, by the way. Either the hatred of cats for dogs affects here, or the proximity of Korea plays a role here)). If you think about it, then every tiger can bear traces of various injuries received during hunting, in collisions with other tigers or bears, but more often with a person.
In general, most attacks are human - provoked. It takes a long time to list possible causes. But because of this, it happens that a person dies, and more often - a tiger.
2. Now, about provocations. I managed to read some zoologists who deal with big cats, including M. Kretschmar. I don't know how others will react to the author, but I liked his idea that in fact, all attacks are provoked by a person. Take the example of trapping animals and putting radio beacons around their necks. What's not a provocation?
And this, by the way, is a cat. A beast of character. If the home in revenge in sneakers nasyt, then wild and can fill up.
In addition, the local population of Primorye does not favor a striped cat. Moreover, it is dangerous in the taiga, so it also slaughters cattle. And what do we want when the taiga is cut down and the number of wild ungulates is reduced? It's probably easier to grab a heifer on the outskirts of the village, and eat a pet terrier if possible.

I also heard stories (from entomologists) about tiger attacks on other people, and just about meeting a tiger. And the tiger trail was seen by many people who visited the Ussuri Taiga.

Tigers don't just attack. It definitely is.

I absolutely agree.

But when I went on Khao Yayu (Thailand) at night on all fours in the bushes climbed, the windbreaker (it is "mouse" color) just in case I took it off. Under the windbreaker, I had an encephalitis of a poisonous red-orange color. So that tigger doesn't get it wrong.

In fact, I read this from the recommendations for working in national parks in India, where there are tigers. Cats are blind and can easily confuse a person, especially if he behaves "not like a human". And by the time the tiger realizes that he has made a mistake, the cervical vertebrae will most likely have already been broken.

Tigers, bears are big animals and the volume of the brain is there, and when you push the branches apart with the trunk in the bush and suddenly the mamba's head looks at you with strange, unblinking eyes-you can see from its eyes-for a split second-it decides to bite you or not, then you pull the trigger-it doesn't matter if it thinks for another split second-the head flew off.Or or-fraught with

Tigers, bears are big animals and the volume of the brain is there, and when you push the branches apart with the trunk in the bush and suddenly the mamba's head looks at you with strange, unblinking eyes-you can see from its eyes-for a split second-it decides to bite you or not, then you pull the trigger-it doesn't matter if it thinks for another split second-the head flew off.Either or is fraught

much more dangerous is the one who so rummages through the bushes with a gun (if you are ready to pull the trigger)

There is no tiger in Thailand anymore, as well as wild elephants - you can freely climb wherever you want, if you are allowed.
India has both.And there are attacks of striped and giants on humans, quite frequent