I'll leave y'all to judge and surmise. I was so bored tonight, I perused through my old hunting pictures. This one stuck out. Maybe I shouldn't have snapped the photo, but the maroon underthings surprised me so much, from a man cut from this cloth, that I just couldn't believe it. The human subject has left this earth, killed while on a hunt. (He would have had a great laugh about me making fun of him.) The dead antelope is a bushbuck I shot poorly on a hill side in "the gorge", the mountains on the Zambezi between Zimbabwe and Mozambique. We split up and traipsed around the hills until the government scout that was, I'm sure, required to shadow me, began pointing and telling me to "shoot! shoot!" at the wounded thing that was a few feet from the Zambezi river (which we'd come down on) and quite a few feet down below us. I put another one in the bushbuck and he died in the mighty Zambezi. The boat was across a small channel and we all pretty much had to strip down to get across the water (which could, ostensibly, have had a crocodile in it) and into the boat.
Another one (Waterbuck) on the same river that he took (but I killed. Another looong story...) Mr. Arty Farty's work:
RIP my friend.