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It was long ago in a land called zimbabwe when the following events took place. During a full moon when spirits awaken and spooks abound.

It had been an absolutely fabulous hunt. Trophies that ranking high in those books that trophy hunter value highly abounded. But There was an animal that was so secretive and cunning that it deserved a "special hunt" all to itself.

The animal lived for the night, much like the vampire bats of mystical history. Only found at the stroke of midnight would it come to present itself. Bruce, the PH had decided it was worth our efforts as we loaded a week old nonused leopard bait into the cruiser. We proceeded with salute to the bait. one with our thumb and forefinger pinching our nostrils shut. The bait was hung with care from a tree about 100 yds from our stand/blind. We waited with baited breath, or odor as the case may be as the night approached. Our blind was carefully prepared, the barstools had been set by the window with care in hopes that the hyena would soon be there. In the kitchen we waited with socks on our feet, our quarry on the night we sere soon to to meet. It was close to eleven and the moon was the light, when our ghost appeared through the light of the night. She drifted through the bush like a apparition of fright, dancing around the bait as if she was doing a tango. The minutes pasted and through the scope my eyes danced to here paths. By eyes were blurred and not because we were posted next to the bar in the kitchen so black. She avoided the bait as if it was a mango, preferring to drift in and out of the bush is a dark, then light flash. Finally near the stroke of twelve, the bewitching house, she stood still for a moment. Not under the bait, but near enough for the moonlight to show her shadows. The red light in the scope danced in the chimney of light, as soon found here shoulder and the 375's might provided the bite. She died as she live, a shadow of the night, now mounted in the game room to give folks a fright. Where in the game room does she rest, well my friends where else, but next to the bar.
 
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It was long ago in a land called zimbabwe when the following events took place. During a full moon when spirits awaken and spooks abound.

It had been an absolutely fabulous hunt. Trophies that ranking high in those books that trophy hunter value highly abounded. But There was an animal that was so secretive and cunning that it deserved a "special hunt" all to itself.

The animal lived for the night, much like the vampire bats of mystical history. Only found at the stroke of midnight would it come to present itself. Bruce, the PH had decided it was worth our efforts as we loaded a week old nonused leopard bait into the cruiser. We proceeded with salute to the bait. one with our thumb and forefinger pinching our nostrils shut. The bait was hung with care from a tree about 100 yds from our stand/blind. We waited with baited breath, or odor as the case may be as the night approached. Our blind was carefully prepared, the barstools had been set by the window with care in hopes that the hyena would soon be there. In the kitchen we waited with socks on our feet, our quarry on the night we were soon to to meet. It was close to eleven and the moon was the light, when our ghost appeared through the light of the night. She drifted through the bush like a apparition of fright, dancing around the bait as if she was doing a tango. The minutes pasted and through the scope my eyes danced to here paths. By eyes were blurred and not because we were posted next to the bar in the kitchen so black. She avoided the bait as if it was a mango, preferring to drift in and out of the bush is a dark, then light flash. Finally near the stroke of twelve, the bewitching house, she stood still for a moment. Not under the bait, but near enough for the moonlight to show her shadows. The red light in the scope danced in the chimney of light, as soon found here shoulder and the 375's might provided the bite. She died as she live, a shadow of the night, now mounted in the game room to give folks a fright. Where in the game room does she rest, well my friends where else, but next to the bar.
 
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All set to the tune of the night before christmas I imagine.


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Butch,

You had to quote yourself??? Get off the johnnie rotgut. Your scaring me. Put out a hyena bait and check it in the AM. Blam! Dead hyena.

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