As you all are aware, I am sure, this post is excessively late to the party for which I do desperately apologize. To make up for it this post will be ridiculously long and difficult to read. Not really, but it will probably be long. I’ll start with my latest trip to a game reserve.
My parents and I took a long weekend and drove about four hours to a game reserve called Tskudu. A game reserve can be public or private but basically if it is private you are in charge of the wild animals and your property as soon as they step off your land they can become government property. The one we stayed at was quite large and had a whole lot of animals. The best though, and I’m sure many of you have seen my Facebook profile picture, was the cheetahs and the lion cub. There are five cheetahs on the property that were all hand raised by the rangers of the reserve so they are used to people, but they are still wild. They make their own kills and everything but they just have to option to come home at night, kind of like a giant out door pet cat. My favorite one was Intombi, she is a sweetheart, but lazy. Her sister and brothers made a kill but she couldn’t be bothered to go eat while we were there, she sat with me by the pool instead!
Then there is the lion cub Sally. She and her brother were rejected by their mom and were in poor shape when the rangers found them. So they are bottle fed and everything, for now at least, but once they are old enough they have no problem going into the wild and finding their own food. This is because their instincts are so ingrained into them that even though they are raised by humans, they are still the kings of the animal kingdom. The sad thing is though is that Sally’s brother, a week before we got there, was bit by a Black Mamba and died. So now it is just Sally and you could tell she was a bit sad, but still ridiculously playful. She is only five months old but is already about 80lbs and will grow to be about 240lbs in the next 9 months. Which means when she is playing with humans she doesn’t realize that she could hurt them because she, at the moment, thinks we are her pride (pack of lions), but in turn we have to realize that as well and help her learn what she can and cannot to us. Meaning, at the moment when she tries to chew on your shoe it may be harmless, but in time that harmless play is ripping off your foot and you being eaten by other carnivores because your dumb butt can’t walk .
Those were the two best animals out there, but every day we went on two game drives around the reserve and got to see plenty of other animals. We tracked three Rhinos for about an hour, let me tell you, that isn’t all that exciting. But we saw elephants, giraffe, kudu, springbok, blesbok, hippos, and countless kinds of birds. It was so fantastic that I didn’t want to leave. Even the food was fabulous, I ate kudu pie, had no idea what it was until afterwards, delicious.
So that was Tskudu Game Lodge.
After that weekend it was possibly the most exhausting week ever. A new family came in so my mom was helping them out while I watched their 2 year old so we had people over every day of that week. And then it was my dad’s birthday that next weekend so that was exciting too. We went to this restaurant and I ordered some sort of chicken, yeah, they gave me the entire thing. I ate maybe a fourth of it, but then I was harassed to do Yeager Mistier shots, that was a no, never, absolutely not.
And then came this past week which was like any other. Except Friday we had a dinner party to attend, then Saturday morning we had brunch at our house then I went to the shooting range with my dad and his friends, and then we had another dinner party.
Did you catch that whole I went to the shooting range bit? Yeah, I shot a gun, two actually. First I shot a 9mm pistol and then a 12 gauge shot gun. A shot gun!! Theat thing is almost as long as I am tall and has so much kick back the first time I shot it I nearly fell over. Now, don’t get me wrong guns are not an awesome thing but, it is useful to know how to use one as a just in case thing. But… I also didn’t want to be the only kid on campus in the fall that had never shot a gun before. Wyoming is the Cowboys, and cowboys know how to shoot.
And thus completes my blog post for today.
Side note though, I leave in 21 days from today (Sunday the 10th of April), which is both exciting and awful all at the same time.