My daughter Stacey, my son George and myself recently spent 10 days hunting with Nixon and the boys at SSG Safari's Malapati concession in southern Zim. The main characters in this report will be myself, my daughter Stacey, my son George our ph Ishumael, our tracker Samuel and our game scout M ( I will identify him only as M because I don't know how to spell his real name and he didn't play much of a part in the hunt anyway. Half the time he was missing and when he was around he was busy with his cell phone texting someone). Oh and I don't want to leave out Angelene our camp caretaker, server, cook, and official wake up call person. Every day she would knock on our door and announce that it was " good morning time". What a way to start the day we would keep the light off until she knocked just to here her say "it's good morning time". Day 1 we got up at 5:00 had a good breakfast and climbed into the cruiser to see if we could find some fresh buff tracks crossing the road somewhere. Buff tracks were a little scarce since for the last couple of days 2 prides of lions had been hunting in the area. It was nice to sit around the fire at night and listen to them but they were not helping our cause very much. But we did manage to find a fresh track and follow it for several hours, only to have the stalk blown by the ever changing breeze. A little disappointing at first but we would learn to take it in stride over the next couple of days. It was decided to head back for lunch and a short nap to help shake off the jet lag, but things rarely go according to plan, and on our way back we bumped into a pretty nice Impala. With a little encouragement from Ishumael and others the next thing I know Stacey is putting my 375 Ruger on the sticks. Although she had never shot my rifle before she had no trouble in knocking him down. The 300 grain Woodleigh soft did the trick handily. So back to camp we go to put our first animal in the salt. So after lunch and a nap we were back out looking for tracks and found two sets of buff tracks heading into the bush. We set out following them and did so until dark, never catching up to them. So back to camp for a nice hot shower, fire time and dinner, or so we thought. The plan would have worked out perfectly had we been told that the hot water valve was on the right instead of on the left like we are accustomed to. We were told to leave the water run for a while, as it takes several minutes for the hot water to flow through the pipes, but after what seemed like forever we gave up and took cold showers. At least we got the sweat of the day off, unfortunately it was replaced by goose bumps, which were quickly gotten rid of by the wonderful camp fire burning on the patio. A little fire time, a wonderful dinner of buffalo roast and fresh veggies, a little more fire time with some hot tea spiked with brandy ( I don't drink much) a great conversation about Obama's recent visit to Africa ( what a joke) and soon it was time for bed. I don't even remember my head hitting the pillow I had a great nights sleep. Day 2 thru 4 went pretty much the same as day 1 with a lot of walking and a lot of blown stalks. We did manage to get within 20 yards or so of a buff on day 2 but never could see him in the thick bush, when he decided to make his exit it got real exciting until we realized he was going out the back door. The real high lights of those days were the delicous dinners especially the fresh Impala steaks complements of my daughter. Day 5 got better since the lions moved off further into the park and were causing the buffs to cross the river onto our side. More on that tomorrow I'm going to bed now, my clock is still messed up.