I just read the invitation I sent to a friend to join me on a DG hunt next March. Are we fools or what?


Jim:

This elephant hunt business is something that's going to f--- you up
seriously.

The flora will be pretty darn thick, green as can be, and about impossible
to see through.

You'll get up before light and head out to a maize field where the locals
have complained about "raiding" elephants. If you're lucky, you may find
"jumbo" still in the crops, but probably you'll just find some tracks...
tracks about the size of hub caps. And off you'll go. Bulls and cows to
begin with.. then rocky ground and you don't know what the hell you're
following... a sable startles you and you heart doesn't beat for 30 seconds.

Up and down ridges, cutting yourself to ribbons on big thorns, listening for
a gut rumble, ageing shit by color, temps and smell, .. then, when you've
about given up the bull that's always been there, resting in the shade of a
huge tree ... except it's a cow, bigger than a D-8 cat, ears flapping... and
you realize that you've f---ed up very, very seriously and gotten inbetween
her and her juvenile (4 ton) baby.... and you creep away, asshole tight..
just to walk 5 kilometers in the heat, back to the Land Cruiser... to start
all over.

Send (blank) the money... and let's do it.



Ernest

How could I resist after that! You know I am in!

Thanks,

Jim

I've got a .470, 20 solids and a serious dose of bad judgement. Where do I sign up!!

surestrike,
You are definately right about your bad judgement if you only take 20 solids!