Leopard hunting

Allow me to deviate a bit from ticks,with a heart warming story (to me). A very good friend of mine bought a dip applicator some time ago, as he was farming on the southern side of the Loskop valley. A beautiful place. Just after Bronkhorstspruit, you pass through a very neglected game reserve and then down a beautiful valley onto his farm. Loskop in the far distance and suddenly the valley and a plato where his cattle is roaming. Had a look as his cattle, collect some ticks, spend the day installing the applicator in his kraal and had a look on the grazing, the summer licks and so on. On the rocks, high above of that beautiful big rocks were a huge baboon parade, running on those rocks up and down unbelievable. Big baboon male sort of happily barking at us down below, listening to his voice echoing over the valley. To me, I have to admit, one of the finest pleasures in life is to spook baboons, if I ever can. They do not really give anyone a decent chance to do so. I know, it is naughty but extremely nice. Nothing in life can be more funnier, nothing can be more serious and chaotic to see and to experience baboons in sudden shock. These guys they ran, they shout, they leave all their insides behind, blast it out in full flight to charge up starting performance, barking, running, shouting, screaming and scatter all over Africa. More funnier, these chaps stop about a 100 or 200 hundred meters further in some sort of tree of rock to evaluate the situation, doing some sort of check up on the family status. They then have a very noisy talk to each other. For some reason, none of these chaps remembers the absolute shocking, fearful and disgraceful manner they have left their starting point approximately 200 meters from there. They were running as fast as they could, they shout like a babies, them all having an explosive nitro gas start, immediately replant with brutal force various kinds of seeds, all over the place