Yes it is amost here. Our yearly family hunt is looming. For the first time the group will be bigger than just our family. My daughter is taking a friend along that is studying with her and my son is taking a friend who plans on taking his first animal.

I doodle around in the house, start something and then change to something else. I don't want to work, I want to get in my Land Criuser and get the nose pointing northwards to Victorius. We are almost out of meat, a couple of lost bags are lying around in the bottom of the freezer, all the boerewors is finished, no more biltong or mince. I need the time to fly.

We will be hunting a little bit differently this year. Previous years we bought all our proviant. This year I suggested that we start preparing well in advance and make jam and bake our own rusks and cookies to take along. We had mega fun in doing this as a family. Everyone had a egg to lay and lots of tasting was bone, a couple of flops or misreadings ended up in ginger bread instead of ginger cookies, but it was all part of the fun.

All the containers is standing in our dinning room ready to be packed, the cookie jars are filled, the rifles cleaned, ammo is packed and we cannot wait for Sunday, when we will take the road.

Another first will be for my son. He will be hunting with his bow this year. It will be hard work for him as he wants to stalk an Impala and take it. It will not be easy and dad will help where I can.

Of course our Jack Russel will join us, I need some company for my wife while she is busy dropping us and picking us up in different areas on the farm, he might come in handy to track animals as well.

I am also waiting for the aproval of a pest permit for a Leopard. I might just get lucky, who knows.

In the meantime I still have about 60 hours to kill, what happened to the time machine?