Eventually_Africa_Again
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I'm not going to say that Africa is addictive but...my user name used to just be @Eventually_Africa and this is my story.
You've always wanted to go to Africa, but you know you never had the time or the finances. Still, a dream takes a while to die so one day, sitting bored in your office, you decide that just looking around couldn't hurt, right? You stumble across an innocent looking sight, something about Africa Hunting and as you start to glance around the desire begins to grow. Look at all these people...look at all these stories! But no, no, you can't. You can't spare the time. You can't spare the money. And yet...there it is. Calling to you. Beckoning you forward. Your friends and family will start to wonder at all of the discarded Hunting magazines around the house. You'll tell them it's not a problem, you have this under control, and if they are worried you will cut down to just 5 hours a day on Africahunting.com. You'd be amazed at how quickly your brain will start scheming for your next hit of the adventure though. You simply cannot keep away. Reading, however, simply isn't enough. You know you need more. Soon someone will post something about firearms and before you know it your perusing used gun stores. You tell yourself your "just looking" and "can't afford it anyway" but then one catches your eye. Well, holding it for a second won't hurt, right? Oh, that feel, look at the grain of the wood and wouldn't you know it it comes with a scope already! And really, shouldn't you have a rifle? Just in case? Sure, everyone has one, so why not? After taking it to the range you realize you have a problem. Spent ammo boxes litter the den and living room despite your efforts to clean them up, reloading components have mysteriously materialized in the garage and even in your dreams your stalking through the long grass. You decide to seek help from a professional and you know just where to find them. A few conversations latter and, as you sit in bed, your wife looks over. "Honey, you have sweat on your brow and you look nervous. Do you need to talk?" And you can't hold it in anymore. Travel brochures, plane ticket quotes, hunting lists all come out as you poor out your troubles to your loved one. Sobbing for air you look into her eyes, expecting the recriminations to start. She thinks for a moment, lips slightly pursed, then says "I've been thinking to..." as she pulls out her own hunting magazine, cleverly concealed in the Cosmo you thought she was reading "I hear South Africa is very nice this time of year..."
You've always wanted to go to Africa, but you know you never had the time or the finances. Still, a dream takes a while to die so one day, sitting bored in your office, you decide that just looking around couldn't hurt, right? You stumble across an innocent looking sight, something about Africa Hunting and as you start to glance around the desire begins to grow. Look at all these people...look at all these stories! But no, no, you can't. You can't spare the time. You can't spare the money. And yet...there it is. Calling to you. Beckoning you forward. Your friends and family will start to wonder at all of the discarded Hunting magazines around the house. You'll tell them it's not a problem, you have this under control, and if they are worried you will cut down to just 5 hours a day on Africahunting.com. You'd be amazed at how quickly your brain will start scheming for your next hit of the adventure though. You simply cannot keep away. Reading, however, simply isn't enough. You know you need more. Soon someone will post something about firearms and before you know it your perusing used gun stores. You tell yourself your "just looking" and "can't afford it anyway" but then one catches your eye. Well, holding it for a second won't hurt, right? Oh, that feel, look at the grain of the wood and wouldn't you know it it comes with a scope already! And really, shouldn't you have a rifle? Just in case? Sure, everyone has one, so why not? After taking it to the range you realize you have a problem. Spent ammo boxes litter the den and living room despite your efforts to clean them up, reloading components have mysteriously materialized in the garage and even in your dreams your stalking through the long grass. You decide to seek help from a professional and you know just where to find them. A few conversations latter and, as you sit in bed, your wife looks over. "Honey, you have sweat on your brow and you look nervous. Do you need to talk?" And you can't hold it in anymore. Travel brochures, plane ticket quotes, hunting lists all come out as you poor out your troubles to your loved one. Sobbing for air you look into her eyes, expecting the recriminations to start. She thinks for a moment, lips slightly pursed, then says "I've been thinking to..." as she pulls out her own hunting magazine, cleverly concealed in the Cosmo you thought she was reading "I hear South Africa is very nice this time of year..."
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