Mouflon Hunting (Muflon)
The Wild Sheep,
The old Way.
Brother, if you’ve never looked through your scope and seen the curl of a mouflon’s horn catch the morning light—you’ve missed something holy. These aren’t barn sheep. They’re ghosts of the old mountains. Proud, sharp-eyed, and always two steps ahead.
I offer real mouflon hunts. No fences. No shortcuts. Just steep ground, cold air, and honest work. We chase them where they live—in the broken rock, the thick woods, the wind-scoured ridges of the Balkans.
Why Hunt Mouflon?
The Horns Speak for Themselves – Curled like a warrior’s blade. They don’t grow like that in easy places.
They Make You Earn It – Mouflon see you before you see them. Hunting them is patience, silence, glassing ‘til your eyes ache. But when you close that distance? That’s the moment.
A Hunt with Roots – This isn’t just sport. In the old country, mouflon were hunted by kings and shepherds alike. You’re stepping into something ancient.
Mouflon Hunting Locations,
Where we go.
Macedonia – My home ground. Hills near Bitola, Pelister slopes, oak forests and broken stone. Good rams, wild as they come.
The Balkans as a Whole – This land is stitched together by old trails and old blood. Wherever we hunt, you’ll feel the bones of history under your boots. We move through places where time stands still and the mouflon still run wild.
How We Hunt Mouflon
We go by foot. Spot and stalk. Glass from above, move quiet through rock and tree. Sometimes it’s a long crawl. Sometimes it’s a wait. The mouflon decides.
Mouflon Hunting
Season by Season
Spring & Summer – Green hills, clear shots, good weather. Easier walking but still no guarantee.
Autumn – Combine it with red stag if you want a real trip. Forests alive with sound.
Winter – Snow shows everything. Mouflon bunch up. It’s cold, tough, and beautiful.
Good for First-Timers, Good for Lifers
If you’ve never hunted the Balkans, mouflon is a fine start. Not easy—but fair. If you’ve been in the mountains before, this will still test your boots and your aim.
Why Hunt with Me?
I’m not a salesman. I’m a hunter, a guide, and a man who knows this land. You’ll get the real story, the real chase, and memories that smell like woodsmoke and sweat.
I’ve got friends in every corner of the Balkans. We’ll build the hunt to fit you—your legs, your lungs, your fire.
Come Take the Trail
Mouflon hunting ain’t a checklist. It’s a journey into old country soul. Come with me, and you’ll feel it—the mountain wind, the goat path under your boots, the thrill when a ram lifts his head on a far ridge.
Better sweat than regret, my friend. Let’s go find your mouflon.