Several of my hunting companions
are in Africa at the moment. I wish I was with them. I will be, again, someday. For today I can only dream of the nights in the bush, listening to jackals bark and smelling the exotic wood campfires, waking to the sound of bushbabies crying in the trees overhead.
The day may come when I say goodbye to it all and just disappear into the bush. The older I get the more I like the idea of pulling the plug.
I’m with you there big guy. Although I think west when I want to go hide. Not to sure about relocating to a Continent that has killed more men through mother nature biting than any other.
On this one the top predators are few. Over there I’m pretty sure they are not.
I was driving along on the camp in Iraq on night and caught a couple Jackals in the headlights. Just up ahead of them were two troops walking back to their tents in the dark.
The Jackals were pissed we ruined their surprise.
When I was younger, I wanted to go to Yellowknife Canada.
Ya know, take route 80 west from New Jersey and make a right at Wisconsin and keep going past the arctic circle.
I finally did some interwebz research and found out that Yellow Knife Canada is an extremely thriving 25,000 plus people metropolitan area. Now, I’m gonna disappear into Nowherezville NC.. . (where I live now) I ain’t wasting the gasoline.
If you run across Mr. Mojo Risin’ tell him hello for me, Og.