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12 February 1911

The crowns of trees slowly started to merge together. The shrubs and bushes were transformed into fantastic formations and otherworldly shapes as the equatorial night suddenly engulfed the land.

Fine quartz debris covered the scorched ground which gathered the faint moon's light. The gargantuan giraffe cadaver blotted a great deal out of the shimmering. Throngs of blowflies forced their way out of the festering corpse just to be devoured themselves by the hordes of bats and nightjars orbiting above.

A weird something approached the carrion, without a sound like a ghost. What could it be? Maybe a fabled, bearded figure emerged from my sweet, distant childhood tales? A cheerful dwarf strolls around?

After a moment the apparition got closer to us, the initial gloom dissipated, and through my spyglass clearly unfolded the vast shape of the old gentleman. His long black mane glittered among the quartz dust. It was an excellent sight!

I almost forgot the rifle, a Mannlicher–Schönauer, laying on my knee as I watched the old gentleman's every move like a jackal. He circled the cadaver with refined elegance, took a glance at out direction, but our improvised hunting hideout among the branches of the nearby acacia, proved to be invisible for him.

With a quiet growl, started his feast. My native gun carrier, Sindano, winced to the fearful sound from its shallow sleep and on a low, frightened tone said:

"Bwana Mze" - ancient Lord

I put away my field glasses and slowly, gently lifted my rifle, but the thick clouds hindered my efforts, I couldn't get a clear shot.

After a while in front of me in the west, somewhere above the Victoria Nyanza heavy storms rushed the skies with fervent lightnings constantly illuminating the landscape, bringing day into night. I suddenly touched the trigger, a jet of fire leaved the barrel and to the bang a short, grumbler growl was the answer. I knew I hit the target.

The bullet penetrated its nape, delivering an instant death.

Finally the morning came, just as abruptly as its counterpart before. We leaved our cover with benumbed limbs to observe what Diana gave us in her mercy. A magnificent great cat. His beauteous mane, like molten gold at its front and silk dipped into India ink at the back. The great prize!.

My short, razor sharp flaying knife runed through the old gentleman's hide, straight as an arrow.

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Description

12 February 1911

The crowns of trees slowly started to merge together. The shrubs and bushes were transformed into fantastic formations and otherworldly shapes as the equatorial night suddenly engulfed the land.

Fine quartz debris covered the scorched ground which gathered the faint moon's light. The gargantuan giraffe cadaver blotted a great deal out of the shimmering. Throngs of blowflies forced their way out of the festering corpse just to be devoured themselves by the hordes of bats and nightjars orbiting above.

A weird something approached the carrion, without a sound like a ghost. What could it be? Maybe a fabled, bearded figure emerged from my sweet, distant childhood tales? A cheerful dwarf strolls around?

After a moment the apparition got closer to us, the initial gloom dissipated, and through my spyglass clearly unfolded the vast shape of the old gentleman. His long black mane glittered among the quartz dust. It was an excellent sight!

I almost forgot the rifle, a Mannlicher–Schönauer, laying on my knee as I watched the old gentleman's every move like a jackal. He circled the cadaver with refined elegance, took a glance at out direction, but our improvised hunting hideout among the branches of the nearby acacia, proved to be invisible for him.

With a quiet growl, started his feast. My native gun carrier, Sindano, winced to the fearful sound from its shallow sleep and on a low, frightened tone said:

"Bwana Mze" - ancient Lord

I put away my field glasses and slowly, gently lifted my rifle, but the thick clouds hindered my efforts, I couldn't get a clear shot.

After a while in front of me in the west, somewhere above the Victoria Nyanza heavy storms rushed the skies with fervent lightnings constantly illuminating the landscape, bringing day into night. I suddenly touched the trigger, a jet of fire leaved the barrel and to the bang a short, grumbler growl was the answer. I knew I hit the target.

The bullet penetrated its nape, delivering an instant death.

Finally the morning came, just as abruptly as its counterpart before. We leaved our cover with benumbed limbs to observe what Diana gave us in her mercy. A magnificent great cat. His beauteous mane, like molten gold at its front and silk dipped into India ink at the back. The great prize!.

My short, razor sharp flaying knife runed through the old gentleman's hide, straight as an arrow.

High layered full tang damascus knife, with iron bolster and oak crosscut handle for today.

Hope you guys like it

My available items can be checked out here:

hellize.wixsite.com/mysite/ava…