We had our usual shooting contest at the last day of our hunt. Some of us had ear protectors, others stuck their fingers in their ears.

Rama, one of our trackers, had these two 375/404 empties stuck in his ears.

We had two game scouts, Saedi and Mama Salama. Saedi is an old man who had been in the game department since the 70's. And has worked under Nicholson then. He won the shooting contest.

Mama Salama, on the other hand, had difficulty hitting anything. In fact, her shots got wider and wider as she progressed. And after 4 shots, the recoil must have gotten to her, as she refused to fire the last shot.

Who cares about ear plugs?

I need to know Rama's preferred brand of toothpaste and the name of his dentist.

Call me sentimental, but I love that an old-timer won the contest.

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Originally posted by mrlexma:
Call me sentimental, but I love that an old-timer won the contest.

The difference between the "old school" and the "new school".

Mama was probably flinching from using those 375 RUM cases as ear plugs.

Oops, reformed 404 Jeffery cases, except they do look like they have rebated rims.

I wonder how many buffalo Saedi has seen fall to the gun? Now he could tell some stories.

Saedi LOVED buffalo hearts.

Hw would help to skin and cut up the buffalo, then he would wait as we did our autopsy. After that he would take the heart out, split it down the middle to get the blood out, and put it in the back of the truck.

At camp, he would cook it, and keep it in his pan that he takes with him in teh truck every day. He kept that pan with another one in a bag of posho, salt, cooking oil, onions and tomatoes.

As we stop for lunch. He would start a fire, and cook the prepared buffalo heart. Adding oil, tomatoes, onions and salt. The tracker would cook the posho.

They then sit down and eat the lot.

We joined them a few times, and enjoyed their meal.

In fgact, one day we forgot our lunch box. And we had an impala, so he cooked the liver and heart for us.

We enjoyed that lunch so much we got into trouble.

Roy said he preferred this sort of lunch to what they pack for us from the camp.

I mentioned that to his wife in the evening, and we both got in Rene's bad books!