Just got back, slept some of it off, and will post more later. But first I have to reiterate what others have said, but with some emphasis. Bob ( Isaac) Dan, and 7x57 Steve put a LOT of work into this and literally made it what it was. Bob was the mother hen, no one wanted for anything if Bob was around, and he was always around. Steven organized,cleaned up after us reprobates, handled my knife for me so I wouldn't have to mess with it on the plane and loaned me a Ruger#1-S in .38-55 so I could hunt with not only a classy rifle, but a classic rifle. Dan ran his ass off cooking and prepping for all of us and his talents in t he kitchen are now the stuff of legend, but I found he had one more talent�.
I walked around all over the place like many others, just waiting and watching for something unusual in a pig, and held out till the last day. The last day found me tired and dragging so I was on a 'low impact- hunt' ( more sitting than moving�.) when Dan showed up and offered to go to the top of the ridge and see if he couldn't locate and haze down some pigs. Within a minute I heard a warning shout and here came half a dozen pigs with Dan in hot pursuit, throwing rocks at them. There were a number of 80 lb 'eaters' in the group so I figured to let loose, but Dan realized at the same time that I did, that he was in the line of fire. Another rock thrown and a fast running New Yorker doing a flanking maneuver on the pigs put him out of harms way, the .38-55 went off�. That whole hazing episode was so funny it made the trip for me�as did a hundred other little things I got dealing with this group. They are as good as they are built up to be!
We had a ball�...
Did I get the right size?
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Whatever. Tell the oompa loompa's hey for me. [/quote]. LtPPowell
well I got home a short while ago. Again a great time seeing everyone, great eats, great guns, and hunt. Little bit of gun trouble, but I did eventually get a small pig. She'll eat good
Apologies to Sandcritter for denting your steel plate. I'll work on making you something more durable
Eh, don't worry about that. That's what it's for. The 300wby put a hurtin' on that puppy, didn't it? Next year, will turn it the other way and punch the dents back in
Golldammed motion detector lights. A guy can’t even piss off his porch in peace any more.
"Look, I want to help the helpless. It's the clueless I don't give a [bleep] about." - Dennis Miller on obamacare.
I had a blast like always. Sorry I missed PAMac on the last day.
we threw each other a quick wave when we passed each other on the squiggley road between the gas station and lodge..... Of course i was giv'n that glorified golf cart all it could take.....
16hr40min total drive time and 940 miles round trip...... For a seven hour visit was worth every nano second between......
Good food , good friends (old and new) , and outstanding feeds...... Has inspired me to come up with the word SuperUberFantaBulous ......
If 'ya can't put hot sauce on it, it ain't worth eat'n....
I had a blast like always. Sorry I missed PAMac on the last day.
we threw each other a quick wave when we passed each other on the squiggley road between the gas station and lodge..... Of course i was giv'n that glorified golf cart all it could take.....
16hr40min total drive time and 940 miles round trip...... For a seven hour visit was worth every nano second between......
Good food , good friends (old and new) , and outstanding feeds...... Has inspired me to come up with the word SuperUberFantaBulous ......
You da ironman on that 24 hr turn and burn, glad ya made it for a quick visit PAMac, and many thanks for the venison links, had near a pack of em for breakfast with eggs this morning.
I was pleased to see the four bottles of Rebecca Creek did indeed disappear by Sunday morning. One I noticed even walked over to the officer's quarters...
keep laughing but it will be mine, even if i got to dig you up after you die to retrieve it from your coffin, buried with it my arse, least it will be easy to find
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A serious student of the "Armchair Safari" always looking for Africa/Asia hunting books
I was pleased to see the four bottles of Rebecca Creek did indeed disappear by Sunday morning. One I noticed even walked over to the officer's quarters...
George brought one up for me to try. We got some good news about my boy Rommel, and decided a toast was indicated
I gotta get me some-o-dat!
"...the left considers you vermin, and they'll kill you given the chance..." Bristoe