KipCarson
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I was nearly 8 years old before my parents ever put a television in the house, (thank you gulf war) and I was in my mid teens before it was ever used for anything other than the nightly news cast. So needless to say, my formative years were not influenced with TV and video games, but were filled with books and hunting magazines. My favorites were always the magazines that had a full suite of articles beyond just the standard fare of Whitetail hunting, especially when I got my hands on an issue with stories about Africa! I often went to sleep with visions of Kudu and Cape Buffalo dancing in my head, way better than sugar plums and what not. The problem is there is so much to do, and so little time and money on this third rock from the sun to do it in.
But alas, time goes on, life happens, decisions are made, reality sets in, and dreams on the vine slowly start to wither and die. Long ago, I had basically given up on my dreams of going to hunt Africa. It wasn't totally beyond the realm of possibility, but the harsh truth of my situation put it far outside of my likely reality. I mean anything is possible, like finding a winning lottery ticket blowing across a parking lot. It’s unlikely, but it could happen. Little did I know that in January of 2024 I was about to find that winning lottery ticket…
“I’m going to send you on 10 day African safari next year and you can pick someone to go with you…” Hearing those words come out of nowhere, completely unexpected, are quite surreal. Was I hearing things? Surely he meant that he was going on another safari? I must be going certifiably looney-bin crazy… Nope, I had heard correctly and the man to whom I was talking to wasn’t kidding around. In fact, the owner/operator of the safari company happened to be there with us at the time and started talking to me about what all I might be interested in hunting and immediately began answering my questions. Apparently this wasn’t some sort of sick joke and this was really going to happen! Within just a few weeks we had chosen dates and booked the trip, paid the deposits, and I had had several phone conversations with the PH I was assigned to. This was really happening! I had been given an amazing gift, the gift of Africa! Mind officially blown!
One of the first steps in the planning was to choose someone to take. There were several people I could have chosen, the main two being my dad and my brother. It wasn’t an easy choice, but I ended up choosing dad. The way I figure it, as long as health holds out and unforeseen tragedies are averted my brother and I have another 30+ years to run around going on hunting trips together. I don’t have that much time left with Dad so I figured I would make hay while the sun shines. Talking with my brother, he agreed with my assessment. My wife, who is mostly a non-hunter was interested in going, but this trip would not be about fancy lodges and cute little safari jeeps. It promises to be quite gritty with potential waist deep swamp water, filled with leaches and all sorts of other creepy crawlers, not to mention crocs. Not exactly what she thinks of as a good time. I suspect by the end of day three she would be screaming “Get me out of here!” Also, the knowledge of other critters there with names and reputations infamous as the black mamba, and Mozambican spitting cobras were enough to ensure that she is perfectly okay to not be chosen!
This last year and a half has crept along, but I will be leaving one week from today! When I have a little bit of time later this afternoon I will get on here and give the details of the hunt, the outfitter, location, etc. I can’t say that I will make daily post over the course of the trip, but I will have some Internet access via Starlink back at the camp every evening, and if I can’t post from there I will do so upon my return. Hopefully this will be a good place to chronicle the adventure and dump some photos, mainly for my sake, but also for anyone else who wants to tag along!
But alas, time goes on, life happens, decisions are made, reality sets in, and dreams on the vine slowly start to wither and die. Long ago, I had basically given up on my dreams of going to hunt Africa. It wasn't totally beyond the realm of possibility, but the harsh truth of my situation put it far outside of my likely reality. I mean anything is possible, like finding a winning lottery ticket blowing across a parking lot. It’s unlikely, but it could happen. Little did I know that in January of 2024 I was about to find that winning lottery ticket…
“I’m going to send you on 10 day African safari next year and you can pick someone to go with you…” Hearing those words come out of nowhere, completely unexpected, are quite surreal. Was I hearing things? Surely he meant that he was going on another safari? I must be going certifiably looney-bin crazy… Nope, I had heard correctly and the man to whom I was talking to wasn’t kidding around. In fact, the owner/operator of the safari company happened to be there with us at the time and started talking to me about what all I might be interested in hunting and immediately began answering my questions. Apparently this wasn’t some sort of sick joke and this was really going to happen! Within just a few weeks we had chosen dates and booked the trip, paid the deposits, and I had had several phone conversations with the PH I was assigned to. This was really happening! I had been given an amazing gift, the gift of Africa! Mind officially blown!
One of the first steps in the planning was to choose someone to take. There were several people I could have chosen, the main two being my dad and my brother. It wasn’t an easy choice, but I ended up choosing dad. The way I figure it, as long as health holds out and unforeseen tragedies are averted my brother and I have another 30+ years to run around going on hunting trips together. I don’t have that much time left with Dad so I figured I would make hay while the sun shines. Talking with my brother, he agreed with my assessment. My wife, who is mostly a non-hunter was interested in going, but this trip would not be about fancy lodges and cute little safari jeeps. It promises to be quite gritty with potential waist deep swamp water, filled with leaches and all sorts of other creepy crawlers, not to mention crocs. Not exactly what she thinks of as a good time. I suspect by the end of day three she would be screaming “Get me out of here!” Also, the knowledge of other critters there with names and reputations infamous as the black mamba, and Mozambican spitting cobras were enough to ensure that she is perfectly okay to not be chosen!
This last year and a half has crept along, but I will be leaving one week from today! When I have a little bit of time later this afternoon I will get on here and give the details of the hunt, the outfitter, location, etc. I can’t say that I will make daily post over the course of the trip, but I will have some Internet access via Starlink back at the camp every evening, and if I can’t post from there I will do so upon my return. Hopefully this will be a good place to chronicle the adventure and dump some photos, mainly for my sake, but also for anyone else who wants to tag along!