Wanted

The last weekend-lunch was already a week ago, and it seems ages since we had a braai, so this Saturday it’s BBQ-time at Jeff’s place, across the road. To work up an appetite we first got our target practise initiation. This is a real challenge for Jeff: teach Maud and his daughter Yvonne to actually hit something, so Yvonne is able to chase snakes and Maud can succeed in just missing the baboons, to scare the shit out of them.
Since the baboons ransacked our watermelon-field, it’s war. Bram was ever so happy Maud finally also wanted a pallet-gun, and took the first opportunity to go gun shopping with Jeff. At ‘Explosion’ he got a real Sniper, and next to his Weihrauch Jeff bought a beautiful Winchester.


We decided to combine two projects, and practise on the zillion corncrickets in our yard, cause they have to be exterminated anyway. (Hardly any kouseband left for us, now that the crickets decided it’s nice food.)
It’s a pity corncrickets are not edible – there’re lots of dead ones in the yard now. It really gives you an appetite, loading, aiming, shooting, reloading, and etcetera – and catching targets in the guava-tree and the bean-field.


After all that exercise the braai is most welcome – steak, boerwors, maize pap, and a vegetarian feast, yummy! Adding to the flavour are the beautiful surroundings: we elderly people are supposed to find a place as far away as possible from the youngsters, so we conquered the upper deck with the marvellous view, while Yvonne and her friends have to make do with the lower decks.