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@Kevin Peacocke ,
I would like to say the good old years, the seventies.
I will give a lot to return to this period in Upper Volta, (when this country was still really a land of Big Hunt) to benefit even more, to make time last.
Nothing lasts in life, and you never think about it enough.
This period in Upper Volta when, with my father, we could make our bush camp where we wanted. It was enough to choose a large tree shady enough to be able to shelter there, the dining room, the rooms and the place for the Land-rover. the place for smoking the meat was a little further from the camp.
I remember areas along the Tapoa river, where during the midday meal the herds of Damalisque, hartebeest, groups of Roan, female Buffon Cob as well as some Waterbuck marched past the camp. In the early evening, the lions would come and do their concert when they were on the hunt. In the evening, by the fireside, I took great pleasure in listening to the hunting stories of our old tracker Oumarou and I watched him read in the earth the portents of our hunt for the next day.
Truly a great time
I was just a young man and I thought this was going to last a lifetime.
Unfortunately ...
Coming back to the Post's subject, in 2020 I think the area that would inspire me the most, as others have mentioned here, is the Luangwa Valley. Just by saying her name, she brings memorable hunting prospects