About a week ago I left Hosea Kutako International Airport in Windhoek, Namibia, in route to Cape Town. It seems it was a long way around the barn, or more accurately , around the world but I made it back to Atlanta Saturday afternoon. I left a great hunting lodge with very nice accommodations, belonging to my friend, along the Okavango River on the Angola border.
I arrived Atlanta Saturday evening, dog-ass tired and feeling every one of my years. I retrieved my old truck, covered with red Georgia dust, from their long term storage lot. I drove through a near by car wash and on out to Stone Mountain where I communed with nature kissed the ground on which my ancestors fought and died long ago. I made it to a motel for the evening and slept all day Sunday. I then drove all night to get back home. It was one helluva a trip, very good but wore me the heck out. I spent some time on this narrow strip of land known as the Caprivi strip, traded to the Germans for the island of Zanzibar, by Queen Victoria back in the 19th century, giving Germany access to the Great Green Greasy Zambezi river........and a lot of good hunting land. My friend, a South African PH, served many years in the region with the SA army during the Rhodesian wars and was able to procure the hunting rights and deed to a very good piece of real estate. It is 25,000 hectares ( I think that's about 63,000 acres) bordering the Okavango River/Angola border region. Four of the big five and many other antelope species are available here.
I visited Botswana, Zambia and Zimbabwe as well as the afore mentioned Cape Town SA, en route in and out. A carried a good rifle every day and roamed freely around this hunting concession. Mostly to get a feel for, or a count if you will, of the game in the area. Absolutely awesome, wild lion and buffalo, cheetah leopard and hippo and of course Angolan elephant, pass through this region daily, along with more than a dozen other species. I did a bit of hunting but more for predator control than hunting, saw many good leopard on night time stake out.
Anyway back to the state. I got back in time to vote, woke up Wednesday morning to very bad news and a feeling of betrayal. So goes the world, so goes our rights, so goes our country. I hope it's not so bad as many believe. Also wore myself out and got a cold or the bird flu or some rare African virus. Namibia, along with South Africa, allow handguns to be brought in and used for hunting. I carried one daily....and nightly as well.
I had access to the net while out and about and was able to check in but haven't spent much time on line, having more exciting endeavors before me. I'm back to my boring life now doing what I do, .......I did buy a new pistol Tuesday, a Springfield 1911 Range Officer, very nice shooter, I cut some cards for the grand kids, lots of fun............always buy a gun on election day.
There are too many Z's in these countries. I needed to correct a name.