Safe as a Guinea

On Tabbo’s Warden farm “Rust” (mine host Tabbo is second from right, yet another ale in hand).

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I doubt if any of those guineas were killed by me (second from left) with my old man’s cheap Russian shotgun! A marksman I am not!

Kai Reitz once tried to get me to approximately hit a cow’s arse with a banjo on his farm The Bend, on the Tugela river outside Bergville, but in vain – he had to give up. He gently lobbed up big sandclods in a ploughed field and I filled the air surrounding them with birdshot. Then they plonked to earth. Thud!

With the last two shells he took the shotgun. I hurled two empty shell cases as hard as I could. Blap! Blap! he hit both of them!

Bloody guineas better watch, I’ll bring my mate next time!

Author: bewilderbeast

It's about life, marriage, raising kids and travel in Africa . . . re-posting thoughts written over decades - at random, I'm afraid.

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