Big-game hunting was outlawed 35 years ago in this fabled safari destination, but the wingshooting is superb. I ventured to the land of the masai, along the Tsavo Riber, to find that it was the winged fowl that provided all the excitement. Discover Kenya through the eyes of Petersen’s Hunting.
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What can I say, get a beer in me and I'll try out jumping a Masai for height...FAIL!
The Guinea Run
Jeff Johnston reenacting the infamous Guinea Run stance. Guineas, like turkey, would rather run than fly. The only way to get them to flush is to run them down.
After the Masai beat me at nearly every field sport game they knew and sold me every curio they had, they pretty much tapped me out...nearest cash machine? 1,000 miles away.
No Worries? Not anymore for these birds.
Natural Born Killers
Our Masai crew were always up for a photo op, hamming it up for the camera...even if they did think it stole their soul.
After our trading, all the Americans were sporting traditional Masai spears and knives, while the Masai seemed pretty thrilled with their belt clip folders.
Loop Your Ears
Here I am captured in a rare event -- being considerate. Since the Masai have never wrestled (and never seen cauliflower ear) I instructed him to loop his dangling ear lobes over his ears lest they get ripped off.
What happens when you combine a half dozen Tuskers, a couple of morphine pills (prescribed after stepping on an African whistling thorn) and some native garb? It's not pretty.
Catch of the Day
Jeff Johnston (white and hanging) and I (sunburned and standing) near the tropical Kenyan fishing town of Malindi. Leave me alone with a marlin rack and a hand winch, and it is only a matter of time before Johnston will be hangin' by his ankles.
When we ran out of cash, we got to trading. Levis for spear, iPhone earbuds for beads. Everyone felt they got the better bargain.
After the Masai won every field event from running to jumping to spear throwing, Jeff Johnston suggested they try wrestling. I represented the Americans, the Masai chief represented...well, the Masai.
WWE Kenya Style
The Masai was in much better shape, but luckily had never wrestled. It was one gambling event where the Americans won some of their money back and I became an honorary Masai chief as a bonus. I now live happily in Kenya in a dung hut surrounded by adoring wives, children and cattle.
Doing Our Part
Somebody has to irrigate the countryside right?
I think he is joking, but after the wrestling whopping, I am not sure.
Throwing a spear is not easy, no matter what a Masai tells you. It is even more difficult while holding a Tusker. While guns and alcohol don't mix, spears and alcohol do just fine together.
How to Change a Tire Kenyan Style
At this point of the trip, I have officially become a poster boy for Tusker beer (it tastes so good when it hits your lips). I offered to help change the tire, but they politely (and smartly) declined.
Any Wine Before Its Time
No wine glasses? No worries. Nothing a knife and a couple of plastic water bottles cut in half can't fix.