Life is starting to slow down again after my first hunt in Zambia with Johny DuPlooy. My Father in Law and I hunted 10 days with him at the Nyakolwe Camp in the Luangwa valley. We had an absolute ball and I harvested some nice animals, not to mention Johny is an absolute riot and a blast to hunt with. Unfortunately, I think I had a little too much fun and I’m already saving up for another trip because while there, my Dad went into the hospital with Lewy Body dementia and I didn’t really get the chance to share with him the trip like I would have liked. That made me realize life is shorter than we expect, to not take any day for granted, and to not put off untill tomorrow. When I did get to finally see him on one of his good days, he jokingly asked where I was going to mount that ugly “f@&king black beast,” which put a huge smile on my face and a tear in my eye. Anyway, I’m not sure when I’ll be going back, but god willing it will be sooner than later, as Africa is in my blood.
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