thanks Mike
I will no doubt never do anything as intense again unless I survive a plane crash.
It was a adventure I will never forget.
I really fell in love with the villagers.
They had nothing, I mean living in a mud hut eating what ever they caught that day but they were all happy. Everyone I met smiled at me and wished me well.
There is no food stamps or Obama phones these folks had to work hard in their fields or starve. The meat this hunt provided could well be the differance in having protien and not. I was suprised how they shared it with everyone that walked into the site. old folks, kids, lots of ladies pretty much anybody with a bucket or bag left there with some meat.
My favorite picture from the trip is the one above with the spoon.
He had most likely never seen a white guy and wondered what was wrong that messed my skin up.
He didn't care about the morals of killing a elephant or my life long dream to be there. He just wanted somebody to fetch him a bowl of Elephant stew