ZIMBABWE: Hunting Elephant Near Hwange With Mbalabala Safaris

[Medicine]

Thank you again everyone. Had I known how scared publishers were going to be of this I would have included what I really spent the money on.

 

[Medicine]

And Ishmael sees him. And he has me on him. And he thinks, “I bet [the lady] sure would like a kudu.”

And just like that, as quickly as they appeared, they are gone – the young one to one place and the older to another.

Always exciting to get progress photos from the taxidermist.

 

[AZDAVE]

Really enjoyed your writing prose. Congratz on a nice elephant. Have a smile on my face as I finish reading your story.

 

[Hunting Sailor]

@Medicine Thanks for the entertaining report. I re-read it over the last few days and eagerly await the chapter when you went back for the Sable "next year".
Hope to be able to read it soon.
I have no idea who you (Ishmael) are, not sure I'd like to know either, adds a lot of mystery to the story.
Thanks again.

 

[Medicine]

Evening gents, it's been a while since I last reported to you; however, just because I've been quiet on the board doesn't mean I haven't been going "bang," as a rifle without cartridges is merely a broomstick. The following information came to me some years ago, but because I felt it wasn't my tale to tell, I have sat on it until now. I am being somewhat vague, although those of you in the know will be able to distinguish the area and PH. I will also kindly respond with the answers to anyone who wishes to PM.

Basically, for those of you who have read my tale, you may recall that one morning at the photo camp, a visiting PH noticed lion tracks in camp from the night before. To refresh your recollection, I will include the text below: "There is also a visiting PH and his client who have come to hunt tomorrow morning’s hyena over what is left of the elephant carcass. We all eat together. Eland steak, kudu sausage, chips and red wine. It is scrumptious – much welcomed nourishment. The visiting PH, feeling his oats, starts bitching that his room has no door and he’s seen lion tracks in camp. Lin leaves to call the lions to the bait and away from camp and the PH, client and Ishmael head to the firepit. Idle conversation - Ishmael and the client attempting to play the name game but no solid connection found except intelligence and personality. And as the sound of elephants bulldozing trees echoes across the river bottom, Ishmael goes to bed for the third time that day; however, before, he pushes all the furniture of his room in front of the plywood door to keep the lions from chomping his skull. I suppose he’s read too much Capstick and although he always thought he killed more with his typewriter than his gun, he takes no chances tonight."

To make a long story short, the lions did not come. However, fast-forward with me, if you will, a year or two later when a new family had taken over the photo camp and were there to perform necessary repairs and renovations. One of the family members, a PH, reports that a young lioness had taken up residence at the camp and was continuing to get braver and braver. One night, he had to sleep in the end room, and because the door had no latch, he wedged a blanket to close it. However, after not even ten minutes, the lioness pulled the door open and entered. Thankfully, the PH had his dog with him who went crazy, and when the PH and the dog ran towards her, she bolted. I can only assume, based on the included picture from the PH, that she was captured soon thereafter and safely relocated.

 

[Mauser78]

Evening gents, it's been a while since I last reported to you; however, just because I've been quiet on the board doesn't mean I haven't been going "bang," as a rifle without cartridges is merely a broomstick. The following information came to me some years ago, but because I felt it wasn't my tale to tell, I have sat on it until now. I am being somewhat vague, although those of you in the know will be able to distinguish the area and PH. I will also kindly respond with the answers to anyone who wishes to PM.

Basically, for those of you who have read my tale, you may recall that one morning at the photo camp, a visiting PH noticed lion tracks in camp from the night before. To refresh your recollection, I will include the text below: "There is also a visiting PH and his client who have come to hunt tomorrow morning’s hyena over what is left of the elephant carcass. We all eat together. Eland steak, kudu sausage, chips and red wine. It is scrumptious – much welcomed nourishment. The visiting PH, feeling his oats, starts bitching that his room has no door and he’s seen lion tracks in camp. Lin leaves to call the lions to the bait and away from camp and the PH, client and Ishmael head to the firepit. Idle conversation - Ishmael and the client attempting to play the name game but no solid connection found except intelligence and personality. And as the sound of elephants bulldozing trees echoes across the river bottom, Ishmael goes to bed for the third time that day; however, before, he pushes all the furniture of his room in front of the plywood door to keep the lions from chomping his skull. I suppose he’s read too much Capstick and although he always thought he killed more with his typewriter than his gun, he takes no chances tonight."

To make a long story short, the lions did not come. However, fast-forward with me, if you will, a year or two later when a new family had taken over the photo camp and were there to perform necessary repairs and renovations. One of the family members, a PH, reports that a young lioness had taken up residence at the camp and was continuing to get braver and braver. One night, he had to sleep in the end room, and because the door had no latch, he wedged a blanket to close it. However, after not even ten minutes, the lioness pulled the door open and entered. Thankfully, the PH had his dog with him who went crazy, and when the PH and the dog ran towards her, she bolted. I can only assume, based on the included picture from the PH, that she was captured soon thereafter and safely relocated.
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Welcome back Medicine, I am glad you are booming or like you said bang….and being fed once in a while.

 

[Adam Stevens]

One of my favourite writing style reports is back!

Was so good I Went back and reread it all!

 

[BGGMKLR]

Evening gents, it's been a while since I last reported to you; however, just because I've been quiet on the board doesn't mean I haven't been going "bang," as a rifle without cartridges is merely a broomstick. The following information came to me some years ago, but because I felt it wasn't my tale to tell, I have sat on it until now. I am being somewhat vague, although those of you in the know will be able to distinguish the area and PH. I will also kindly respond with the answers to anyone who wishes to PM.

Basically, for those of you who have read my tale, you may recall that one morning at the photo camp, a visiting PH noticed lion tracks in camp from the night before. To refresh your recollection, I will include the text below: "There is also a visiting PH and his client who have come to hunt tomorrow morning’s hyena over what is left of the elephant carcass. We all eat together. Eland steak, kudu sausage, chips and red wine. It is scrumptious – much welcomed nourishment. The visiting PH, feeling his oats, starts bitching that his room has no door and he’s seen lion tracks in camp. Lin leaves to call the lions to the bait and away from camp and the PH, client and Ishmael head to the firepit. Idle conversation - Ishmael and the client attempting to play the name game but no solid connection found except intelligence and personality. And as the sound of elephants bulldozing trees echoes across the river bottom, Ishmael goes to bed for the third time that day; however, before, he pushes all the furniture of his room in front of the plywood door to keep the lions from chomping his skull. I suppose he’s read too much Capstick and although he always thought he killed more with his typewriter than his gun, he takes no chances tonight."

To make a long story short, the lions did not come. However, fast-forward with me, if you will, a year or two later when a new family had taken over the photo camp and were there to perform necessary repairs and renovations. One of the family members, a PH, reports that a young lioness had taken up residence at the camp and was continuing to get braver and braver. One night, he had to sleep in the end room, and because the door had no latch, he wedged a blanket to close it. However, after not even ten minutes, the lioness pulled the door open and entered. Thankfully, the PH had his dog with him who went crazy, and when the PH and the dog ran towards her, she bolted. I can only assume, based on the included picture from the PH, that she was captured soon thereafter and safely relocated.
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I just recently discovered this wonderful collection of wordsmith-ism ( yes...it's a word...now) and enjoyed it immensely.
As a frustrated "writer" myself, i find your stylistic outside- the- box form and construction to be as origonal as a fingerprint and equally captivating...as...clearly...many others have. We've never met, nor spoken, but I'll go out on a limb here and hazard a few guesses.

Have you:

Been unanimously awarded Grand Master Rancontour status around the fire by both your amigos and folks you just met?

Been told for years..."If you'll write it I'll get it published?

Good stuff...Kudos
Spike