About 10 years ago, an aquaintance of mine went to Russia for bear. He said it was like nothing he had ever seen. Rivers full of salmon, otters and mink, plenty of deer and pigs, and bears walking around like they owned the place. His story of the helicopter he was ferried out to the hunt area in sounded like a indigestion-induced nightmare (I flew in helicopters in the USMC), but he lived to laugh about it. He's gone now, but he always wanted to go back. I would go.