Last Sunday
I spent in the company of friends, hunting companions, financiers and other agent provacateurs. Three of my African hunting companions were there, and one had justn returned from another trip to Africa.
It really just makes me pine more for the veldt, campfires of exotic hardwoods and meals of exotic animals. This week has made me especially long for that escape, and I’m damned if I can do it for any length of time. I’m planning on going back in 2016, once I can scrape up enough scratch to finance 20 days. I would go native if I stayed any longer, any less time and I would miss the place before I got the chance to leave.
Now that is something. Missing a place before you leave. I take it the business is still floating?
At the moment.
I’m sure I speak for the rest of The Commentariat when I say, we encourage this initiative on your part to go forth and gather new and exotic blogfodder for our delectation (or some such line of encouraging rubbish).
Come hunt in Florida! Gator, hog, and bear in the norh, Pythons, more gators, and communists in the south.
I would like some bear. Them commies is nasty tasting.
Yeech. Commies on the half roll? Bleeech.
Now some sliced python or some roast pig could get me down there to hunt.
Course I would love hunting in Africa, but I will be glad if I get to hunt deer one more season.