Vladivostok  and     four    hours   down    from   Khabarovsk,  Luchegorsk  is  a
place   where   no  one stops   unless  they    have    to, but this    is  true    of  most
communities in  the Far East.   There   are far bigger  towns   in  Primorye
where   the first   inquiry made    of  a   stranger    can easily  be  “So,    what    brings
you to  this    asshole of  the world?”^3   Yuri    Trush,  however,    is  a   bright  spot
on   the     landscape;  he  is  well    known   around  town    and     has     a   vigorous
handshake,  hug,    or  slap    on  the back    for many    of  the people  he  encounters.
But he  had a   different   greeting    for Vladimir    Markov.
Trush   had visited Markov’s    cabin   once    before  he  was killed. A   year
and  a   half    earlier,    in  the     summer  of  1996,   Trush   and     Alexander
Gorborukov  had been    on  a   routine patrol  when    they    found   a   dead    badger
cooling in  a   metal   pot in  a   creek   that    flowed  nearby. Markov  was at  home
and Trush   confronted  him.    Visibly nervous,    he  gave    a   lame    story   about
how the badger  had gotten  into    the pot.    Killed  by  dogs,   he’d    said.   Trush
looked  closely at  Markov, then    drew    his knife   and sliced  open    one of  the
badger’s     wounds;     after   probing     for     a   moment  with    his     fingers,    he
withdrew    a   shotgun pellet. Markov  had no  choice  but to  own up. Because
he  had neither a   hunting permit  nor a   gun license,    Trush   was in  a   position
to  put him out of  business    then    and there.  Instead,    he  gave    Markov  a
choice: give    up  his weapon, or  get charged on  multiple    counts. Markov
balked  at  this    until   Gorborukov  gestured    toward  his hunting knife,  which,
at  the time,   required    an  additional  license.    “We can write   you up  for the
knife,  too,”   Trush   said.   “Or you can give    us  your    gun and we’ll   leave   it  at
that.”
Markov  told    Trush   he’d    be  back    in  a   few minutes and disappeared into
the forest. It  is  because of  situations  like    this    that    poachers    rarely  leave
evidence    of  their   activities  around  their   cabins. Illegal fish    spears, which
look    exactly like    the tridents    used    by  Nanai   and Udeghe  fishermen   a
century ago,    are broken  down,   the shafts  stored  in  one spot    and the iron
tips    somewhere   else.   Nets    and traps   may be  buried  or  stashed in  a   hollow
tree.   Guns    are trickier    because they    are so  sensitive   to  climate.    They    are
rarely  kept    indoors because sudden  temperature changes cause   the steel
hardware    to  condense    and rust.   Typically,  they    are stored  in  a   paper   or