Chamois Hunting (Divokoza)
Conquer the Mountains
Where Legends Roam.
If you ask me, there’s no purer hunt in Europe than the one for chamois. This ain’t a lodge hunt. It’s the high-country challenge—the kind that makes your legs burn, your lungs stretch, and your spirit sing.
The Balkan chamois is clever, nimble, and lives where only the wind and eagles go. To take one fair and true, you’ve got to earn it. That’s how we do it here—with respect, patience, and boots on steep stone.
Why Hunt Chamois with Me?
Because it’s real.
The Balkan chamois is bigger than the Alpine kind, with proud horns and wild eyes. It’s not a trophy you hang—it’s a memory you carry.
Because the mountain doesn’t lie.
You want easy, go shoot paper. You want truth, follow me up the ridge.
Because this is tradition.
My grandfather hunted chamois in Pelister before I was born. I still go to the same slopes. We walk the old goat trails, glass the cliffs, and whisper to the wind.
Locating Chamois
Where We Go
Macedonia – My homeland. The best chamois ground in the Balkans. Suva Planina, Pelister, even Shar Planina if you want high and harsh. The views will break your heart. The hunting will build it back.
The Balkans – This land was carved by storms and time. Montenegro’s rocky peaks, Bulgaria’s Rhodopes, even the hidden folds of Serbia—all hold chamois and secrets. Each place has its own soul. Some days we glass cliffs above cloud line, other days we climb through black pine and old shepherd trails. Wherever we go, it’s not just hunting—it’s knowing the land like a brother.
Chamois Hunt Style
We go spot-and-stalk. First, we glass from high ground. Then we move slow, careful. Sometimes it’s one ridge. Sometimes it’s five. The mountain decides.
Hunting Chamois
Season by Season
Spring & Summer – Meadows are green, animals fat. Nice weather. Good for photos and your knees.
Autumn – My favorite. The rut comes in November. Chamois call, fight, show themselves. The wind smells of fire and snow.
Winter – Only for the brave. White cliffs. Deep silence. But oh, what a feeling when you take one in the snow.
For Veterans & Newcomers
Don’t worry if you haven’t hunted mountains before. I’ve guided men older than my father and younger than my boots. If you have heart and will, I’ll do the rest. We match the hunt to your legs and lungs.
Why Come With Me
I don’t sell hunts. I guide stories.
You’ll eat local food, drink rakija, and sleep where the stars watch. I’ll show you places most men never see—and you’ll leave with something more than a photo.
If you want a soft bed, book a hotel.
If you want to feel alive, come hunt the chamois with me.