Mike Honeycutt's World of Hunting and Fishing

By Mike Honeycutt

This book is about travel to remote regions of the world, all of the stories are based on actual experiences by the author. Travel to some of these areas are possibly not available at this time. For instancte, Northern Botswana was recently closed as I was leaving there in 2015 to hunting but has recently been reopened by the president of that c

• Language: English
• Publisher: ReadersMagnet LLC
• Release date: Jun 12, 2019
• ISBN: 9781949981780

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Mike Honeycutt’s World of Hunting & Fishing

Copyright © 2019 by Mike Honeycutt

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ISBN Paperback: 978-1-949981-77-3

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Chapter 1

Northern Cameroon Jan. 1997

Ialways have had a passion to hunt and travel to other lands.

Growing up in a small town I always had access to land and rifles to hunt with. My family always had land to hunt on and started acquiring acreage early. I became more of an avid hunter for Deer, Turkey and Quail. From High School I did a couple of years of college and began to think about hunting different species of animals and travel to other land. I finally got a chance to travel and a hunt for the elusive Lord Derby Eland. I arrived in Paris France for an overnight. I decided to go sightseeing from my airport hotel. I went down stairs to ride the airport train into Paris but the security forces were guarding the train gates with machine guns, the train was headed in with suspicious luggage believed to be carrying a bomb. So I had too take a taxi into Paris to the subway where I traveled underground all over Paris, in the evening the bomb threat was over and I was able to take the train back to the airport to my Hotel. I had dinner and overnite. I arrived at the airport the next day watching the time as I was already confused with time changes. We took off and landed early morning in Lagos Nigeria where the oil workers got off the plane, most had a month on and a month off so they flew back and forth to Paris. As the flight attendants opened the door they told us to set on the plane as they served coffee and cookies to the military as they came to greet the plane. After loading and unloading freight and luggage we took off again headed for our final destination in Douala Cameroon. Air France had great food and music from radio Mecca but there old love story movies were kind of boring. Nigeria and Cameroon were having problems and were fighting and shooting at each other’s oil wells out in the ocean. Arriving Douala I was booked at the Hotel Meridian. I spent the night having a relaxing evening and dinner, back to the airport the next morning to fly north with the other hunters from NewYork. Landing in the north on the afternoon flight we we’re driven to camp for a 15 day hunt. Camp consisted of getting acquainted and a visit to the sleeping quarters made of concrete and steel doors with grass roofs to keep the Lions out. The only other thing we encountered were large spiders that the Danish Outfitter suggested help keep the snakes out such as the black mamba one of Africa’s most deadly snakes. The saying goes if you get bite by a mamba they bypass the hospital and head directly to the morgue. Cameroon is Savanna in the north and is close to Nigeria’s border. The 144 tribes of Islamic Fundamentalists live there, one of the young chieftains was one of my guides. They drink and eat only at night. As it turned dark they would get off of the safari rig and pray and eat on the way to camp. One of the men drank his dinner from a mobile oil no.2 jug. We returned to camp every nite, had a drink, set by the fire and indulged in conversation about the days hunting. The full moon in Cameroon is the best part of an evening. Then a great dinner with fresh salads and bread from the mobile bakery which was an African lady carrying bread on her back. The soil in the hunting concession was red like Mars. I was able to take several of the species there. A Lord Derby Eland was the grand prize for me but I also took a Wart Hog, Red Hartebeest a Roan Antelope and some Duikers. The hunting and tracking to find the animals were some of the best I have ever seen. As we were leaving the hunting area we met the state man and the military leader, shook hands with both in the tall grass and flew away to the base for transfer to the hotel. Returning to Cameroon, I decided to shop and the area was full of tourists and high pressure salesmen. Leaving Cameroon and back to Paris to catch the Concord was easier than arriving in the first place. At sixty thousand feet and over the coast of France in thirty minutes at Mach 2 to 4 I thought how quick I would arrive home as it took me 8 hours on the way over. It would take less than three hours to arrive in New York. So I set back, had breakfast and prepared for a quick trip over the ocean to New York. Riding high and fast seemed like the only way to