Ahhhhhhhhh!!!
Yes that was me stuck behind my computer all day as I couldn’t get out due my vehicles being down. But I can assure you I WILL be out again tomorrow! I couldn’t take another whole day in the office.
I just hope Whisky and Stitch are doing well. They were fine yesterday so I’m pretty sure they’ll be okay still, not that I could do anything if they weren’t.
As I didn’t get out I today, the clip is from a few days ago and the photos.
The only impala story I have was many years ago when I was managing a game reserve in Botswana. The reserve was on the “great, grey, greasy” Limpopo River, which forms the international boundary between Botswana and South Africa.
My camp was on the river too, but at this time of year the river was reduced to a sandy bed with a few scattered pools. These became focal drinking points for game in the dry season.
I was in camp around midday when I heard gun shots a ways upstream. Jumping on my motorcycle I raced up there to find and impala ram with a bullet hole through its rib cage running up the bank and away back into Botswana. Looking down into the river at one of those last remaining pools of water, was a dead impala ram.
I climbed off the motorcycle and strode down to the impala. The water was on the Botswana side of the river. I looked into the thick bush on the South African side of the river but couldn’t see anybody, although I was sure they were there watching me. In my very best English and Afrikaans mixed, I gave them a piece of my mind with words I never thought I’d ever use! I then hoisted the impala ram over my shoulder (not sure I could do that today. This was about more than 20 years ago), climbed up the river bank, strapped it onto my motorcycle and rode back to camp.
About a year later I had to meet with my neighbour across the river from me in South Africa. We had a good chat and then he was telling me about his hunting incident.
He said he had this important client, the Postmaster from Krugersdorp, and they were hunting down along the river. “ We shot 2 impala and before we had time to retrieve them this huge guy arrived on a motor bike. He rushed down to the river and then swore at us like I’ve never been sworn at before. The postmaster too was shocked! But then this huge guy just grabbed the impala and walked away with it over his shoulder!”
I never admitted to it as I had to chuckle about this “huge guy”. I’m everything but that at 5ft 10.
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