Thank you guys - there was just one thing missing to make a picture perfect and that is 15 cm of fresh dry snow (would cost me even more). As I write this I still have wooden legs like Pinochio for sake - cramps in the legs were realy getting me at last climb. There was a section where I had to unload the rucksack - tied it to a trailing sling and pull it up. Its funny how most simple barriers like 50 cm step, a tiny fallen tree or a branch cought up on you drive you to despair - bit by bit

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It is a realy remote area (I bet if there are fairies and dwarfs livin in our places they must be there

). Sometimes you can struck upon an old red stag, big bear or a tusker boar there - however forget about getting the meat out. Hunting is hard - wind is very unpredictable and once you rouse the game they just clear the area. Many times there are none to be seen and you are chasing ghosts, while at times you strike big time. No paths, no GSM signal for a cell phone with couple of bear dens there, so you need to watch out. Usually you report to one of the friends before you enter those quarters - broken leg ect. would be a considerable problem.

Guys this one realy count sky high for me - I was living with that chamois for 3 years and it was a goal that was ever present in the back of my mind , so now I am realy facing an aching void...

Oh - there is more to it that may make it a bit easier to overcome - He had an old injury on his right hind leg - old shot - and began to grow grey cataract on his left eye.

Due to all this he was extremely careful and with all above said held at least 3 aces all the time.