I always keep a small tin of cigars in my daypack. They save lives. They can bring cool to heated situations, peace to troubled minds, build bridges and they make great trading stock in the third world. I make a habit of enjoying one while the experts prepare an animal for transport. Hell, I’m just in the way until it comes time to lift heavy things anyhow.
I buy these cigars in duty free shops when I need them. I usually buy them going through Amsterdam because they sell Mehari’s,
my favorite Dutch cigar. I like the cigar, but mainly I like that the warning labels are in Dutch and I can’t understand them. The catchiest reads, “Roken is dodelijk” and I guess this means “smoking is deadly”. La te dah. Ooooh, I’m so scared.
But this all changed last night in hunting camp. I’d been out for the day with Boddington chasing sambar when I started packing my daypack for the following day, I stumbled on a horrible warning of doom.
This is serious. I’m torn up about this. Will
life be worth living if this warning comes true? Let’s just hope it is simply reckless hysteria by the pro-potence lobby.