Guys,

This arrived with me earlier today. I know this area well as we run two or three photo safaris a year up there and believe me, it’s absolutely stuffed with game and has been restricted to photo safaris only for at least the last 15 years.

As licences need to be bought in advance, I’ll be happy to go up there and buy a bunch of licences for those that want them and will split my expenses on a pro rata basis. These deals will obviously sell out very quickly indeed, so you need to contact me ASAP to get your name on the list.

PLEASE contact me by e-mail to my personal address at shakari3@mweb.co.za and NOT by PM. – Thanks.

Steve,

Very nice but it's not yet April 1st where I am.

Brett

Hmmmm, I'm guessing this is April Fool's day?

April Fools????

Maybe the deal is legit, but the local labor, 4x4's, camps and food costs $2,000,000 USD?

Kinshasha Botswana

Botswana - Uganda border - quite some area there - and license obtained in Kinshasa (Botswana)

Steve a goood one... I got April fooled a few years ago by Saeed!!!

Mike

Shakari,

That's cruel!

Were it real, I'm not sure you could get enough ammo into the country on just one airline ticket

Is this what the old days were like?

Ahh...Bushmen shot on sight, eh?

Steve,

I have a well-connected pal in Kinshasa (Congo). Should I send him an email, and where is the platoon of SAS that's going along to take care of the poachers and wandering murderers?

Steve,

Should I sent Ca$h via Fedex or will you take a check?

Do you get to keep the horns and hooves of the poachers? And can you use their "nyama" for lion and leopard bait?

For a milli second I.... Zim $$ OK?

Can we shoot "cows and calves"?

Steve: Be careful. You know the story about the boy that cried hyena don't you?

What does Bushmen taste like anyway?

Damn, sussed!

Jim M

Poachers for Leopard bait........ now there's a good idea. - Finally a good use for 'em!

Bill C

The only cows and calves available are the poachers.

Happy April 1st everyone!

Mr Eve Rbee Nhad. Nice....

While we're on the subject of practical jokes and jokers..... I found this in the Times today.

I was crying with laughter as I read it. - Definately my kind of man!

Cole, (William) Horace De Vere (1881–1936), practical joker, was born on 5 May 1881, reputedly at Blarney, co. Cork, elder son of William Utting Cole (1851–1892), army officer, and his wife, Mary De Vere (1859–1930), niece and heiress of the scholars Aubrey and Sir Stephen De Vere. His only sister married Neville Chamberlain; one of his two younger half-sisters married Sir Michael Palairet. He was educated at Eton College (1894–1900). While serving as lieutenant in the Duke of Cambridge's imperial yeomanry in South Africa (1900–02) he was severely wounded. As an undergraduate at Trinity College, Cambridge, he disguised himself as uncle of the sultan of Zanzibar and was elaborately received by the mayor of Cambridge. An elderly lady missionary who wished to address him in his native language was deterred by his mock interpreter explaining that his master could not meet her unless she contemplated entering his harem. After Cambridge he worked as a gondolier in Venice.

Cole's most famous hoax (10 February 1910) was perpetrated in concert with Duncan Grant, Adrian Stephen and his sister Virginia Woolf, and others. Together they impersonated the emperor of Abyssinia and his suite on a stately visit to HMS Dreadnought commanded by Admiral Sir William May at Weymouth. Afterwards he leaked this hilarity to journalists. Henceforth, for over fifteen years, he enjoyed high notoriety as a practical joker.
Perhaps his greatest triumphs were simplicities like donning corduroy, providing a few poles for red lamps, and pulling up a stretch of Piccadilly, while policemen diverted traffic; or challenging conceited athletes to midnight races in the streets, and shouting ‘stop thief’ when they were well ahead …
Lord Vansittart reflected: ‘our Chief Jester achieved a standard higher than the increasing imbecility of students' rags’ (Vansittart, 122). Some of his pranks were gloriously absurd. Once he was driving in a taxi with Shane Leslie and a dummy of a nude woman; as the taxi passed a policeman at Piccadilly he opened its door, banged the dummy's head on the road shouting ‘ungrateful hussy!’ and drove off at high speed. He would walk with a cow's udder protruding from his flies and then cut it off with scissors before aghast bystanders. Police officers were often his targets. While strolling with Lord Aberdeen outside the viceregal lodge in Dublin, he transfixed the viceroy's coat-tails with a rapier to show the deficiencies of Irish detectives. Mistaken for Ramsay MacDonald he harangued a gang of navvies on the evils of socialism. Though he claimed to be puncturing pomposity (he had the tory MP Oliver Locker-Lampson arrested in St James's as a pickpocket) his most ambitious stunts humiliated his victims. He gave theatre tickets to a large number of bald men whose pates seen from the dress circle spelt out an expletive: characteristically he even remembered to dot the ‘i’. He held a party for a group of men who introducing themselves in the absence of their host discovered that they all bore such surnames as Ramsbottom, Winterbottom, and Boddam-Whetham.

Horace De Vere Cole was a striking man with piercing blue eyes, bristling white hair, and stiff moustaches. His advanced deafness prevented him from realizing that his carefully timed coughing was inadequate to cover his explosive breaking of wind. Potentially a generous friend (when visiting someone ill he brought neither flowers nor books but the loan of a picture by Augustus John), in low moods he was pugnacious, abusive, or malicious. Always he was both conceited and lustful: Who's Who excluded him after he filled in his recreation as ‘f—g.

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(Ernest Gilbert) was a striking man with piercing blue eyes, bristling white hair, and stiff moustaches. His advanced deafness prevented him from realizing that his carefully timed coughing was inadequate to cover his explosive breaking of wind.... in low moods he was pugnacious, abusive, or malicious. Always he was both conceited and lustful... he filled in his recreation as ‘f—g.

Steve, you having been the victim of a few poorly timed farts from me, probably already figured it out. Yep, I always thought that I was a product of reincarnation????

JudgeG

and there was I thinking it was immaculate conception........ or should that be immaculate misconception!

Immaculate conception and immaculate misconception are both possibilities but one must also consider the possibility misconcieved ejaculation! Scientific accuracy demands one consider all possibilties.