The Sound of Silence

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Thought you cowboys ate a plate of beans to hear the music

 

[Rimbaud]

@Rimbaud
WOW A LAND CRUISER DOING 100mph.
The only time I've seen one do that speed was down a steep mountain and off a cliff.
Now if it was a NISSAN I could understand it but a LandCruiser you would have it go faster pulled but a team of donkey.
When we were in Namibia the locals with a donkey and cart with the family had what was called a Kalahari Ferrari. If you saw a donkey on the side of the road it was a replacement motor for said vehicle.
Bob

Bob, It was a brand new Land Cruiser that was perhaps more suitable for “city” life than on harder roads. The hunting truck was everything you would expect, rugged but not a fast one!

 

[MS 9x56]

I have very fond memories of driving in a Land Crusier at 100 MPH+ on the Trans Kalahari Highway as we listened to AC/DC at a very high level. We had just finished an incredible hunt for plains game in Namibia and were headed to a beach town. The PH had incredible taste in music, and an extremely eclectic play list. We even listened to Wagner.

Wagner’s Flight of the Valkyrie's no doubt.

 

[Rimbaud]

Wagner’s Flight of the Valkyrie's no doubt.

Don’t you know it, brother. Loud and proud.

 

[Doug3006]

I think our attack helicopters should be fitted with loudspeakers. When we attack some Hell hole, we should play the Battle Hymn of the Republic. Perhaps the Mormon Tabernacle Choir’s version. Let the enemy know who’s coming. Yes, like Apocalypse Now.

 

[Sideshow]

I think our attack helicopters should be fitted with loudspeakers. When we attack some Hell hole, we should play the Battle Hymn of the Republic. Perhaps the Mormon Tabernacle Choir’s version. Let the enemy know who’s coming. Yes, like Apocalypse Now.

Nar you have it all backwards you need to play the ice cream truck theme music.....that should get em all queuing up

 

[deewayne2003]

The more comfortable a hunting "camp" is the more likely you are to attract people who show up do do anything other than hunt.

These are the people who show up and turn on football games to obnoxious volume and kick there feet up and ask what's for dinner while screaming over the football game as if the players can hear them.....

Not because they love the game but because their constantly betting on them like degenerate gamblers.

Once the games are over out comes the blue tooth speakers blaring whatever the flavor of the week is in modern "country music" to give them an anthem to get blind drunk, so they can pass out and sleep until noon and start it all over again.

The only thing I detest more than these poser hunters are the muzzle brakes on their deer rifles!

 

[MS 9x56]

The more comfortable a hunting "camp" is the more likely you are to attract people who show up do do anything other than hunt.

These are the people who show up and turn on football games to obnoxious volume and kick there feet up and ask what's for dinner while screaming over the football game as if the players can hear them.....

Not because they love the game but because their constantly betting on them like degenerate gamblers.

Once the games are over out comes the blue tooth speakers blaring whatever the flavor of the week is in modern "country music" to give them an anthem to get blind drunk, so they can pass out and sleep until noon and start it all over again.

The only thing I detest more than these poser hunters are the muzzle brakes on their deer rifles!

Not in my camp. We don’t even allow radios. Phones are only allowed for emergency use or calling home. We do share a couple of beers while we discuss the days hunt before dinner. After dinner we make our plans for the next days hunt. Then the only card playing is euchre. A good time is had by all and camp chores are all shared. Story telling is encouraged and ribbing is all good natured.

 

[BonUm16]

I quit guiding because nobody was seeing, hearing, smelling, feeling what I tried hard to point out.

We will never live today again. Not as long as we live. I choose to have those moments uninterrupted.

Twenty years ago I was staying at a place in Matopos, Zim for a few weeks. Late one evening a brush fire was spotted several miles away, moving towards us. As Denis and his staff were preparing to leave to fight it, several of us offered to help. After maybe four hours of employing very primitive fire-fighting methods, we were able to extinguish the fire. When loading up to leave around 1 a.m., myself and and a few others told Denis we’d prefer to walk the few miles back to the lodge. He agreed and left. I don’t know if it was adrenaline, fear or just most peoples’ inability to shut-up but the other guests with me talked incessantly. Within a half mile or so I had dropped back to where I heard no noise from the others, probably 400 or 500 yards, and made my way back by myself. It’s no doubt a bit of clichè but that hour alone under the utterly clear, black African night sky was a spiritual moment in my life. The memory of that walk is just as vivid now as when I was there.

 

[MS 9x56]

Sieze the moment as you may never come this way again. Some people spend their whole lives chasing the almighty dollar. Me I prefer to spend my life chasing experiences that make great memories.