This afternoon we went blind hunting (not with blindfolds but rather in a blind just to clarify. I think the Russians are the only ones who prefer to do it the other way). The conditions were painstakingly prepped with the waterholes being filled and drained in such a way to prepare for tonight's hunt. Hay was also put out in select areas to further assist in customers at the restaurant. We entered the blind and waited. And waited. Need I say we waited some more? Stories told (whispered), shh's were sent my way to silence my camera equipment and we waited. Finally some eland came by to check out the place. Then a group of warthogs. The eland waited and we waited for the timing to be just right. The sun was setting, the light turned to the gorgeous sunset light that photographers wait all day for. My camera was set and ready to capture what might come our way. I had goosebumps as I anticipated what exotic creature I might capture. The eland came back around for their final approach to the waterhole after their initial scope. Suddenly out of nowhere we heard a noise resembling a Texan dinner triangle. Clang clang clang. An unhappy utterance was spoken by our PH and we saw the cause of the commotion. The laborers' donkeys had once again left their pen and were milling around scaring away anything living with their Texan cowbell necklaces.
After the PH spoke to the worker and got him to bring his donkeys home, we waited some more. The light began dimming along with our hopes. I kept my camera and video camera close just in case. The light was nearly completely gone when a group of female wildebeest came in. By then it was too dark to capture anything.
Another member of our group had donkey problems this morning as well so we are going to look at the price list to see the going rate for a donkey hunt tomorrow. The trophy hanging on the wall will be a cowbell.
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