27 May 2006
Growing up cool & the law
OK, so here is KeesKennis just finding his feet.
I left the family protective unit and developed a thick skin.
"Die LangPlaas" translates into "The LongFarm",
This actually means a road in a urban area.
KeesKennis was earning in spending power in Africa today about USD 190 per month and made three decisions:
: I will not starve.
: The Cops will not catch me.
: I will not ask my family for help.
So I regularly went hunting on the LangPlaas.
I bagged many smaller meat-bearing animals.
So one day I bagged a eland as shown above while riding a Matchless 500 Single motorbike at 2:30 in the morning, about twenty yards from the road, standing still in my headlight.
This is an animal that is bigger than a big cow (beef)
The rush to get a SUV and friends to help pick up the animal and conceal the traces of the illegal hunt was epic.
One friend went to buy a sheep from a "friendly" farmer.
Another came with his dad's pickup with a winch.
We skinned and cut up the eland at my place and distributed the meat to any freezer but mine.
We then skinned and cut up the sheep on the same spot and placed the portions in my freezer.
The Cops, having heard the shot, and knowing that I hunted on the Langplaas, came around and after investigating, had a beer with me.
I am truly glad that CSI new York was not around.
Pics from Vearl.
Two GENTLEMEN, Guyk and Ellison, amongst the many gentlemen and ladies in my readership left a comment at Pumkin 1, I thank you.
And also many thanks to Ellison for bending down and scratching me behind the ears by linking me.
Better luck next time.
