Jerycmeach
AH veteran
I’m in a hotel in Casa Blanca, Morocco on my way to hunt the forest of Camaroon right on the border with the Congo and the C.A.R. You cannot imagine how foreign those words that I just typed into my cellphone sound to me!
I grew up in the swamps, hammocks, and saltwater of the East Coast of Central Florida taking fish and game from nature to sell and also to put food on the table. That is the way it was if you were poor and lived the way our family did. I got really good at it; I was a hunter and fisherman extraordinaire, Florida’s native son. I had a great teacher! My grandfather started taking me in the in boat when I was just two years old. My mother said I didn’t even have a pair of shoes for the first few years he took me. That’s the way things were back then. We went barefoot all the time! Biting insects and poisonous snakes, extreme heat and humidity, were just a normal part of our life! I never slept in a room with air conditioning until I was the ripe old age of nineteen. I hope some of the fortitude to withstand the afire mentioned has lingered into my senior citizen days; because this trip to the Camaroon Forest may be reminiscent of the conditions I endured in my youth!
My grandad was born in 1900 and was as much a part of the wild as the fish and animals that lived in our part of the world!. He taught me all the hunting and fishing skills he had accumulated in his lifetime and the intricacies of nature and ecosystems we were a part of. My dad had fished with my grandfather but after marrying and starting a family he worked a job he despised bringing home sixty eight dollars a week to keep a family of seven housed, clothed, and fed.
Why am I starting this thread in this manner you might ask? You see I posted a quote from Morgan Freeman at the beginning of this hunt report. Trust me, I am no fan of some of the things Morgan has said but in this specific quote of his is spot on! To those that say they “can’t do something like a big hunt to Africa” or “they wish they could have done that one thing they really wanted to do in their lifetime but they never had the time or the money”; I beg to disagree! You can do what you want too in life! If I can do it anyone can! I bought the clothes for this trip from the good will thrift shop in Bartlesville Oklahoma. Pictures will be enclosed to bring you a smile! I died the “used” clothes with RIT dye on top of the stove to make dark green hunting clothes out of “high water church pants and long sleeve shirts donated most likely by a tearful widow woman”. I’m not kididng! I have a Business Class roundtrip ticket on Air Maroc that I earned by making all my small business purchases with my Alaska Airlines Visa credit card! To depart for this trip I drove my best vehicle! A 2002 Tahoe that left me stranded on the side of the road on the way to the Kansas City Airport! Clogged fuel filter! How did I know that! I’ll tell you how! Because I have been “running CRAP all my life and I can not only tell what is wrong with a vehicle when it quits most of the time; but I can macyver my way out of the situation and get back in operation! Ha! Ha! So I dove under the old broken down Chevy on the side of the highway with a couple of wrenches. Nothing feels much better than having gasoline run into your eyes, down your arm and onto the tender skin of your armpit. It was ninety six degrees and humid. Gasoline is much more exciting to have all over you when it’s hot and the pours of your skin are wide open and your sweating! Lovely!.
The reason I began my hunt report in this way is to encourage all of those that think they can’t do things that they always dreamed of doing are kidding themselves! Where there is a will there is a way! Don’t let time pass you by! It waits for no man!
This is my fourth trip to Africa and they have all happened since COVID shut down my charter fishing business in Ketchikan, Alaska. I have been traveling for two days to get to this point having left my hunting lodge and outfitting business in the Flint Hills of S.E Kansas a couple of days ago. My connection on Air Maroc leaves Casablanca in a few hours and hopefully I will arrive as scheduled into Douala, camaroon around four in the morning. If that happens; I will barely be able to make it through immigration, security, and baggage claim and still have time to get to a charter plane and head one of Mayo Oldiri’s camps. The charter is not for me and is not one of Mayo’s charters. I am hoping to jump on to a charter going to pick up some Russian hunters and bring them back to Douala. So the plane is going out empty to get the hunters but they cannot wait for me even for a minute. If I make it I make it! It sure would be nice because I am told the drive to where I am going which is their most remote and hard to reach camo is two long days of driving over rough roads. I will still need to rely upon a hired car and driver to bring me back to Douala after the hunt.
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