“Oh, that middle zebra,” I thought. Jambo, the tracker, always aware of the client’s focus and abilities - or lack thereof - had seen from his position behind my right shoulder that I was about to shoot the wrong animal. Refocusing on the new shoulder ‘triangle’, I squeezed off the shot. Two things happened almost simultaneously: 1) the zebra dropped without a twitch and 2)
Embracing my INNER IDIOT
Nov 04, 2022
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