Well...Where do I begin? How about from the start. Two years ago my Dad and I decided it would be nice to hunt the Dark Continent. After a lot, and I mean a lot of research and investigating and traveling to sportsman shows, jumping through governmental bullshit hoops for exporting firearms and ammo, trying to find reloading components, trying to find ammo, buying, stealing and begging and borrowing what we could, a plan emerged. Not always the right plan; but a plan nonetheless. I will not go into detail about tickets, suppressors, money wiring, dip and pack or taxidermy. I could, but I won't. Let's start back in October 2014. Dad comes to visit me and work up a good load for my .338 Win Mag. After realizing we didn't have what we needed, as usual, I had to buy a new press. Great. Fast forward. Load dialed in, check. Clothes bought, check. Tickets purchased, check. Immunizations, check. Hunt paid for, check. Now the waiting game begins. Dad landed in CT two days before we are to depart to get somewhat acclimated and double check everything. We packed for two days and brought too much stuff. Way too much. Dad will say it is my fault, but don't believe him. Marius can vouch for me. We pack our bags as close to 50 lbs. as one could and hire a car service to JFK. May 29. We make it to the airport without incident. For those of you who don't know...when Dad and I travel together, things get messed up really messed up. I have done everything in my power, even praying, that things go smooth. Something we are not accustomed to. So far so good. Haven't forgotten anything that we can remember, yet. Customs was uneventful, actually nice. Go upstairs, check bags and guns and wait for Port Authority Police. Uneventful. I must add that I am also a LEO, which may have helped out. Next stop TSA...I'll leave my impression of them alone. They did manage to measure his field gun kit tools, which have to be under 7 inches, if you must know. He forgets to declare his pacemaker. He can't figure out why he is alarming through the detector!? Good ol' Dad. Minor hiccup. The plane is big. No complaints other than the fact that there is no where to put all this SHIT we brought! Lunch and drinks. Time for a movie and a nap.