What is it about Walter always wanting to sit on, crawl around, and generally fiddle with the animals? He looks like someone who just can't sit still for 5 minutes.

I love the socks.

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I love the socks.

And the oxford shoes...really the whole ensemble.

I also like all the gold jewelery. More gold in the field than a gangsta rapper. Does P. Diddy hang with Walter? Hmmm. P Diddy and W. Mitty?

One wonders if Walter does all of this on purpose...does he have a plan or is this just reality for him? The world may never know.

Walter in his Blaser uniform. Roy was giving him a hard time, so my wife painted this shirt for him - notice the I LOVE ROY on the front of the shirt.

Wow.

Can't wait for Walter's new books:

From Crepe to Cairo

Bath House Notes and Reminiscences

African Flame Trails

A Flame Ranger on Safari

Seth in the Long Grass

Use Enough Bun

Ooo, those are bad.

Saeed,

Hell, I thought Roy Vincent was put out to grass with half a dozen mares for company sometime around 1982. I hope he's using a machan with porters and not a golf buggy - just wouldn't do, old boy!

Please pass my best regards to Madala Roy and keep him safe.

Good Hunting.
Richard Harland.

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Originally posted by Harland:
Saeed,

Hell, I thought Roy Vincent was put out to grass with half a dozen mares for company sometime around 1982. I hope he's using a machan with porters and not a golf buggy - just wouldn't do, old boy!

Please pass my best regards to Madala Roy and keep him safe.

Good Hunting.
Richard Harland.

Richard,

Welcome to the forum.

I am a bit disappointed with Roy. He keeps promising to do something nasty to Walter, but so far he has not kept his promise.

The day we took the photo above I really thought, finally, Roy was going to pay Walter back to all the nasty things he did to him.


We decided to hunt birds one afternoon, using a Browning B2000 semi-auto shotgun.

We thought of giving Walter the chance of feeding the camp, so he was given the job shooting some francolines.

He fired a few shots, and managed to miss with every one.

I then thought I better shoot a few, otherwise we would surely go hungry if left to Walter to feed us.

I shot a few birds, then Walter asked to try his luck again.

Roy, being his usual helpful self, got the shooting sticks out and put them down for Walter to rest his shotgun on, as some francolines were hiding in the bush close to us.

Walter, being his usual self, decided to do something nasty.

He put the barrel close to Roy's years, and fired all five shots in the shotgun.

Roy "*&%$#@*!*&%$#@! I AM GOING TO GET YOU FOR THIS!"

Everyone was laughing, except Roy. Who was fuming!"

We got back into the truck, and I was sitting in the front with Roy.

Roy "He is done it now. I am going to put the barrel of my 460 next to his ears and blast his bloody eardrums! My ears bad enough without him doing that silly trick. Now all I can hear is whistling!"

Me, whispering "If you were deaf to start with, what Walter did would not have made any difference anyway."

Roy "What did you say? I cannot hear you! I am going to get him for this"

Of course, Roy never did, despite the fact I keep reminding him of all the nasty things Walter has done to him.

I spoke to Roy a few days ago, again reminding him of Walter, and he did say he was working on something.

How about a mouse trap. Have Roy put it in Walter's toilet. Just below the surface so when he sit's to pee. SNAP!!!
Itching powder in his bed!
Abrasive toilet paper!
Tent repair glue in his shampoo!

This day started as one of those "what do we do" days.

We were getting towards the tail end of our hunt, and my friend Gerhard wanted to try his 500 on buffalo. His first effort on with it on a geraffe did not go too well.

He shot it far too high, and the giraffe took off towards the next concession. Gerhard managed to fire a couple of shots trying to hit him in the head - that is the only part of him one could see because of the trees. He gave up the chase, as his pace maker wasn't going to allow him to run very much.

Roy and me had to continue the chase, eventually I managed to drop the giraffe right on the road dividing the concessions.

So another trial was on order, and buffalo was his choice.

Trouble is, we had to find "an easy" bull for him. As I have mentioned before, he could not walk very far.

About mid-morning, we were driving along when we saw these four bulls. And as we had 4 left on quota, we decided to try to get all of them.

What little wind was there was going in the right direction. So we stopped the truck, and got infront of these bulls as they fed towards us.

Eventually they passed about 40 yards from us, and Gerhard shot one. The bull ran a few yards and stopped, behind some bush. He remained standing for quite sometime, and the others stayed with him. We were not sure what to do, as I did not want to shoot the others while wounded bulls was not visible to us. Eventually he did move, and Gerhard managed to put another bullet into him.

A few minutes later we had 4 bulls dead within a few yards of each other.

We loaded one into our truck, and went back to camp. And as we got back earlier than usual, the skinners knew we had something, so they came running.

Our trackers shouted "BUFFALO"
The skinner shouted back YEAH YEAH YEAH!"

The trackers shouted "TWO BUFFALO"
by this time the skinners could see into the back of the truck.

They just laughed this off as a joke.

They talked in their own language for a bit, and we could see the change of looks on the faces of the skinners as it finally dawned on them we had four bulls for them to work on.

That's not something you see every day!

Had someone put a magical spell on the four to keep them there?

Yukon Delta,
Saeed has shot considerably more than 150 buffalo, at one time I was in hot pursuit to get ahead of him by at least one buffalo but alas it never came to pass and never will, when I get close he shoots my bulls out from under me and cackles in glee like an old hen.

Saeed,
You have mail...

Amazing to put that into perspestive remember that some hunters go an entire safari and dont get to shoot a single buffalo.Well done

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Originally posted by Use Enough Gun:
Had someone put a magical spell on the four to keep them there?

A 300 grain bullet in the brain normally does that.

Walter and his "kudina"

He dreams up names for all sorts of animals.

One day we came back to camp, and he proceeded to tell us how he watched "elediles" cross the river.

And "crocophants" sunning themselves on the river bank!

We'll I'll be, Saeed! Looks like 'ole Walter went and shot the horns plum off that beast!

Yes, Saeed that kind of "magic" always works! By the way, with the names that Walter has come up with, maybe he's been helping himself to some magic potion that you don't know about.

Hey Saeed,

That's some good looking bulls there.

Can't wait for the daily updates from your trip, perhaps the daily competition could be for a sweepstake on how many shots are fired in total in the camp each day?

Rgds,
FB

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sweepstake on how many shots are fired in total in the camp each day?

If we include Walter's shots one might need a calculator to add them up!

I wish I could read minds!

The looks on each of these faces tells a different story!

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Originally posted by Saeed:


I wish I could read minds!

The looks on each of these faces tells a different story!

Here is how I read this picture.

Walter - Boy, I am in deep S#!t.

Every one else - Now here is how we are going to feed Walter to the hippos............

Keith

Gentleman with moustache is "Loking at Walter like he owns him some money".

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Gentleman with moustache is "Loking at Walter like he owns him some money".

More likely an ear drum.

Keith

going to feed Walter to the hippodiles or the crocophants?

Walter and Pierre with an extremely rare trophy.

Walter managed to bag this rare log while attempting to shoot an impala for a BBQ. When we asked him why he missed the impala and hit this log - which was lying on the ground several yards away from the intended victim - he said we could have this log BBQed too.

How many shots did it take him to bag this 'rare' trophy? It appears that he hit it numerous times both high and low, or left or right, or sideways or. . . . .

I can see why he would think it was a crocophant but not an impala.

The strangest part of the photo is that Walter's shirt is buttoned and he has...bluejeans and boots on! He doesn't look like a Kalahari pimp and that is noteworthy!

Yes, he almost looks like he's from Colorado or Texas.

Walter doing what he is good at.

Eating!

He was given the job of shooting an impala and BBQing it.

He did a grand job on both counts.

Someone got mad at Walter and hung him on the meat hook!

Isn't he sleeping? digesting all this Impala meat?

That was entertaining.......great hunt for all!!

Looks more like he's plugged in getting his brain recharged for another fun-filled day in the bush.

For those who wonder why Walter misses so many of his shots.

Here you see him getting ready to shoot a kongony Pierre is pointing out to him!

I just got a good tung lashing from our genius - for "sleeping on the job" as he called it.

Apparently I was supposed to post a picture every day on this thread, and it seems I have not since the 3rd!

He did ask for the password to the server so he can do it himself. But I thought I better save all of us a lot of headache by keeping the password away from him.

So here are a few photos to make up for my failure to do my job right!