Geez... and some folks think Africa is "not for sissies"...

What would the typical work entail had it not been for the rain?

"Way back in old Louisianna,

just about a mile from Texarkana,

In them old cotton fields back home...

When them cotton balls get rotten

You can't pick very much cotton

- In them old cotton fields back home....

Work details include:

1. Taking our Machetes or Pole Saws or Pole Axes and cutting back the growth on trails and around food plots. Lots of trails.

2. Building bridges over last seasons washouts, or creating new cut arounds for our vehicles and tractors.

3. Rebuilding or replacing tree stands and ground blinds damaged by hurricanes, flash floods, fires and time.

4. Hiring a bulldozer for the more severe cases of back road repair, or negotiating new culverts with the locals.

5. Bush Hoging and planting of higher protein roughage for wildlife support.

It's not like most places in Africa I suppose. There are many more farms and people around so the more dangerous species are killed off long ago. Except for the pernicious Alligators. We do have several species of highly venomous snakes more than capable of killing you. One species will actually attack, the cotton mouth water moccasin. Our mosquitoes don't carry malaria, however they do carry other diseases and the only ways to keep them off when it is warm are full body coverage (I mean FULL body coverage) or military grade "deet". These mosquitoes don't die if you just slap them. Nobody hunts in shorts no matter if it gets HOT. There are swamps and bogs on our lease. My son took a short cut one day and I got a call. When I arrived on my 4x4 ATV I could only see the handlebars of his. He was barefooted, having lost his boots, but he had saved his rifle, full of quicksand grit. We pulled his ATV out and actually got it running later. His 3030 took a trip to the gun smith. If you hang your skinned kill there are little yellow and black wasps that will swarm on it and place their lava in the meat. The little suckers have a nasty sting too. That's why we don't dress it in the field. Water spray keeps them off.

We have boar, whitetails, coons, otters, squirrels, rabbits, very nasty coyotes, turkeys, the rare panther and super rare wolf. Supposedly we have black bear but I have never seen one. This is a more civilized section of rural southern Louisiana. There are hunting reserves in areas only accessible by pi-rogue, air-boat or go devil flatboat. The deer down there have black antlers.

So, having said all that I guess you can understand why I am dying to take a break over there in Africa :)

Sounds like Mozambique coastal flood plains. Must be a pleasure to have a breakaway like that. A whole set of new survival skills would be needed for me. I have read about that red mouth moccasin.

On skinning: The giraffe was field skinned because of its size and weight. Just to roll it onto its back to lay the netting and start the skinning we needed the truck and a rope and five men. No other option with buffalo too unless you have a winch to get it onto the back of the truck.

We keep the skins on for as long as possible on kudu and smaller game we hunt for meat. Even hang the big game in their skins for a week at 40 degrees F to let all the muscle spasms release and all lactic acid dissipate from the meat.

Shucks, I'll have to work in some fancy footwork somewhere just so you do not feel out of place and bored...

Of course a particular kudu can not be tied to a tree (or even ten thousand acres) and photographed, but we have asked the land owner in the Eastern Cape to train his binoculars into the brush on the slopes of the high hills when he gets out and about. He will have a good idea of bulls staying and migrating.

Because it is high hills country, hunting style will be much like Colorado - glassing the sunny slopes from about 9 a.m. onwards, find something worthwhile and then starting the approach and the stalk.

Northern Transvaal where we'll go after wildebeest and impala is mostly flat, sandy soil and grass, so early morning scouting for fresh tracks and following them. Same again from 3 p.m.

I am not swift on my feet these days and must wear calf boots in the woods. This is because two years ago I was almost killed in a motorcycle accident and broke all sorts of things, including every bone in my left foot except the big toe. It got caught between an SUV and my motorcycle engine when I was broad sided. I am not crippled anymore by any means, yet can cover large distances only with my calf boots, which are snake proof by the way :) That accident actually put this trip off for two years.

Heck - you too? My younger son was hit by a car one year ago - exactly side-on. Still limping and pain.

Calf boots are O.K. It will keep the spiky grass seeds from your socks. October/November is beginning of rain season so the bush is only starting to grow new shoots and still has good visibility. If the rains are late it may be hot and dry.

We do not hunt when it rains but late afternoon thunder storms break quite quickly and may find one out in the bush. A thin Macintosh is a clever addition to ones day pack. Normally there is no need for the hunter to be encumbered by a pack as I carry mine with a few essentials.

If the hunter has no calf boots it is clever to wear anklets - not sure what you would call them: Impenetrable covers around the ankles to keep grass seeds from entering, but not of a plastic based water proof type that makes noise through the low grass. With the giraffe hunting the other day that schoolboy wore stuff that was too noisy.

Ticks may or may not be present, so me wearing shorts and soft ankle boots without socks have to carefully check for the tiny critters every evening.

Snakes are hardly ever seen. I think no chance to encounter a mamba in the areas west of the Pretoria longitude (28 degrees East). I have never ever seen one west of this line. Puffadder may be seen - they are like fat rattlesnakes, lazy, and warn you with a loud hiss.

Ouch. I was limping badly after only one year. Wore a cast boot for six months. Tell your son after two years your body catches up :) Mostly. The scars never go away though. It's nice to be alive, so no point in complaining.

Snakes in our swamp are unpredictable. I was up in a tree once and watched a five foot Copper Head Moccasin slither up to the tree and start climbing. Ack, what do I have but a 3006. So he gets up to where my lower climber meets the tree, and I pull the jaws off the tree and then slam them down to catch the snake about six inches past it's head. My boots are almost within reach. I grind him into the tree until he is quite dead, I hope. Pull the jaws and down he goes. So what was that, some kind of Karma? Freaked me out.

Geez.. imagine sitting in a tree and here comes a snake up from ground level to look you over... good thing we do not hunt from tree stands because in Natal and Mozambique that is the hideout of green mambas, tree snakes and the Mozambique spitting cobra.

Residents of a residential development on the southern bank of the Crocodile river bordering Kruger National Park recently shared photos on the internet of a python that had (climbed?) 60 ft. up a Marula tree to eat the chicks in an eagle's nest. Mommy eagle caught him red handed but the outcome was not recorded.

Do your calf boots have a fully stitched tongue all the way to the top?

The boots are stitched most all the way up, being waterproof as well.

I have seen spear hunter films, and they hunt from the trees over there.

If you swim in the Bayous here, or if you pirogue or flatboat around around, then you need to watch out for the Moccasins in the water. They will attack a swimmer and climb into your boat. Many times I have had to scoop them up with a paddle and throw them overboard. Turns you into someone like me, who firmly believes the only good snake is a dead one.

I kayaked extensively in the Everglades northwest of Fort Lauderdale. Coming from a land of perpetually hungry crocodiles and after having seen the big numbers of alligators around my eyes were searching for them. Thinking back on that I bet I missed many snakes.

As said before apart from Natal and particularly Mozambique the chances of seeing any snake while hunting here is very slim.

With that boot design you will not need anklets to keep the ground level grass seeds from wrigling into your socks and your skin.

The snakes keep their heads out of the water so you can see those and the ripples of motion. When swimming I would splash water at them and most would turn away. Every now and then one would submerge, and at that point I would lam it out of there pretty quick and back up on our boat. Alligators are sly and sneaky critters, and quite fast when they want to be. There were not many in our bayous back when I used to swim them, having been hunted out. Now they are back in force big time, and hunting is allowed once more. A lookout with a rifle is a good idea these days.

Another problem we are having now are the Boas and Pythons that have been released by stupid pet owners. They have multiplied and are becoming a serious problem. It's open season on them.

Yes, all over Florida too. Unthinking "huggers", and then one day they become unthinking discarders.

Are the soles and upper leather of those boots pliable? O.K. for the odd stretch of rocky work uphill?

Well the ones I have now are Cordura canvas with leather accents and rigid soles. They are very comfy. I will be getting new ones the same make before going over there, because these are already two seasons old. They take a serious beating and the stitches come loose after I mistreat them so much. They are also very quiet boots although we don't have rocks where I hunt, so I don't know. I do use them with my tree climbers.

I, too, live and hunt in Louisiana, only in the northern part of the state. Our camp is near Ruston in north central Louisiana. I live about 60 miles east of there on a small river in the Mississippi River delta. My ancestors settled that area around Ruston in the 1840s. We are fortunate to have retained some of the original property as a family. There are sites of plantation homes to be found, some of the homes were still being lived in when my parents were young. Heavily dependent upon open fires for warmth and cooking those old homes were prone to burning and they are all gone now. I spent my early childhood in a modified shotgun style home dating to just after our Civil War. Electricity had been added for lights and a butane cook stove. Otherwise, it was little changed from when it was built.

Terrain is pine hills and hardwood creek bottoms. While the terrain is somewhat different from the area in the southern part of the state, we still have the rain, mosquitoes, coyotes, hogs and especially the snakes that frhunter13 discusses. When I was younger we had no deer. With the poor red clay soil that made up these hills, farming was difficult. Agriculture eventually moved eastward to the delta country. The abandon farm land now supports mostly timber. Deer, now, are abundant and we have generous bag limits. I actually live on a small river in the delta country. Teddy Roosevelt hunted bear around here, but it is now mostly farm land. Alligators are ubiquitous, however, and an occasional bear is seen even now.

I was looking at a photo I took back on a hill in the middle of the swamp close to where I have taken some nice dear, just a few days ago as I was cleaning out my phone photos. I never saw him/her while I was hunting late last year, but when I blow the picture up there is a Black Bear up in a tree facing away from me but looking around over his shoulder at me. In the photo! I never knew he was there! He looks terrified, heh. I would have freaked if I saw him because up until this I have never seen one back where I hunt. We cannot shoot them.

I came upon one about 10 years ago at the camp, standing on his hind legs and clawing a tree. When he realized I was watching him, he took off. They are really fast. No one believed me until I showed them the tree he had clawed up. A guy down the the road from me saw one in his drive way a couple of years ago.

The most efficient way to catch a bull frog is by hand. Hang off the front of the boat holding on with one hand and extending the other. As you and the boat are rammed into the overhanging bushes and vegetation on the bank you grab the frog as tight as you can hold and scrunch him into the mud until you get a good hold on him. Occasionally, a cotton mouth has eyes on the same frog. The cotton mouth will not back up. Leave that frog for the snake. Backing out of there in a panic to get away from what, by now, is a very mad snake can be comical for the other guy in the boat. Not so much for the frog catcher in front.

Yep. Catching a giant catfish in a stump works, but for the same problem. Those darn snakes.

So what's with the bull frog catching? Using as bait to catch alligators?

Africa Bull frog right here in my area.

Nothing eats better than frog legs. Lightly battered and fried hot in a cast iron frying pan they will jump around in the pan if fresh caught.

Catching frogs in the Everglades is a completely different .subject. Bullfrogs in the Everglades sit on vegetation in the water. The slightest ripple on the water will send them under and they are gone. I used a 14 foot cane fishing pole with a gig made of copper pipe and straightened stainless fish hooks taped to the end of the pole. The airboat must be kept on a plane to avoid rippling the water so you are traveling fairly fast Meantime, the gig on the tip of that slender pole is moving up and down, up and down as you are traveling. It takes practice to hit a frog that way. Once you get the hang of it that gig is very effective. I used an aircraft landing light attached to a plastic contractor's hard hat. A very good light is a real asset in finding your way around in the glades at night. I also used a 4" piece of PVC pipe attached to the super structure of the boat just below the driver seat with a burlap bag tied to the end of it. When you take the frog off the gig, just drop him down the PVC pipe and into the bag. What is really handy is foot steering on the airboat. The agency I worked for let me buy the boat to most any specification I wanted, but drew the line at foot steering. A high performance boat can be tricky enough with stick steering. Most of the biologist we had were better suited to joy sticks than airboat sticks.