https://www.theburningplatform.com/2017/05/19/out-of-time/#more-150597
“Out” of Time
By Francis Marion of Highcountryblog.com
I hunted out the rest of the safari with another hunter, Sten. Born in Sweden 67 years earlier, he had for his life’s resume one much more audacious and far-flung than the progressively drearier regimentation of this century seemed to allow: officer in the neutral Swedish Army during World War II; gaucho in South America; merchant seaman; Green Beret in the U.S. Army during the Korean War; game catcher; hired to work on the filming of Hatari!; and a professional hunting career in Kenya, Uganda, Sudan, Tanzania, Zambia, Botswana, and Zimbabwe. He had been tossed by a buffalo and rhino, been shot at by armed men, could still walk down an elephant, and his greatest joy was rowing out into the Indian Ocean off Malindi in Kenya and fishing for big fish. I asked him how he could have ever devised such a fanciful life.
“I read too many books,” he answered quietly, staring off into the gusu, his well used 458 laid across his shoulder.
"We’ll meet you back at the road around dark. We’re going to drive up to the end to sit and watch a cut block till sunset.”
“Ok pops,” I said as I grabbed my rifle from its case and picked up my pack from the seat beside me.
We were hunting a ridge at the foot of the Rockies during the early part of the deer season at the beginning of November. The area held good numbers of both muleys and whitetails and if you knew where to hunt you could walk for miles along the ridge above the creek through a series of old cut blocks, trails and batches of mature timber and never see the same piece of ground twice during the same hike. It was perfect deer country and to most who drove by, it was invisible.
A fresh blanket of snow had been falling throughout the higher elevations all afternoon. ...
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