Jlaughl747
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So my grandfather was a Flying Tiger, he was not a pilot he was a Flight Surgeon, and growing up I would spend my summers at their house for three months non-stop. The thing about that is there was a never-ending series of visitors who were fighter pilots in the Tigers many of them decorated aces. And every one of them, I mean every single one would go on months-long safaris in Africa.
I was constantly regaled with their adventures, incredible hunts, and danger, and found myself wanting to hear the safari stories more than I wanted to listen to the aerial combat ones. Don't get me wrong I hunted, hell my father was a guide for Jimmy Reel at the Eagle Lake Hunt Club and my senior year in High School I guided for Jimmy's daughter at the Garwood Hunt Club. I would gladly set rag spreads and 1K dekes over sitting in a elevated blind and waiting for some stupid deer to be dumb enough to wander into range.
Ultimately that was what drew me to the safari stories, it was not passive you had to find, stalk, and kill the beast yourself. Active in every sense, you made your own luck and failure was a cloth of your own making.
All my life I have held these stories close and hoped one day to make the journey myself and experience some small part of those stories personally.
And so I find myself here, not quite in the place to make said trip and sadly letting go of one part of that dream but who knows I may yet find myself on the savannah before I leave this existence.
Thanks,
I was constantly regaled with their adventures, incredible hunts, and danger, and found myself wanting to hear the safari stories more than I wanted to listen to the aerial combat ones. Don't get me wrong I hunted, hell my father was a guide for Jimmy Reel at the Eagle Lake Hunt Club and my senior year in High School I guided for Jimmy's daughter at the Garwood Hunt Club. I would gladly set rag spreads and 1K dekes over sitting in a elevated blind and waiting for some stupid deer to be dumb enough to wander into range.
Ultimately that was what drew me to the safari stories, it was not passive you had to find, stalk, and kill the beast yourself. Active in every sense, you made your own luck and failure was a cloth of your own making.
All my life I have held these stories close and hoped one day to make the journey myself and experience some small part of those stories personally.
And so I find myself here, not quite in the place to make said trip and sadly letting go of one part of that dream but who knows I may yet find myself on the savannah before I leave this existence.
Thanks,