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Have a watch.

If it were me, I would not be laughing. I would be shitting in my pants....

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Where was this "preserve" Tony...

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The "Bwindi Impenetrable National Park" in Southern Uganda, Adam. Not been there, although I visited several Parks in Kenya.

Thanks.

He actually chose the proper anatomical pose and the animals were able to "see" him in their normal plane.

There is a fine book named "Tracker," by Tom Brown and he also runs a survival training school in Manahawkin New Jersey which he established in 1978.

I read his book back then and it reminded me of one of the important influences on me was a full blood Cherokee Indian who was one of my father's friends, fellow firefighter and a Mason.

He taught me a ton about the forest, tracking and survival.

We would go out before dawn and lay in the dew soaked grass with seeds in front of us and wait. Each day, the wild birds would get closer and closer until they would take them out of the open palms of our hands.

We presented no threat and it was an incredible training lesson for me to be in balance and in rhythm with the surroundings. Nothing mystical, rational and realistic with a lot of knowledge to support our actions.

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The "Bwindi Impenetrable National Park" in Southern Uganda, Adam. Not been there, although I visited several Parks in Kenya.

Thanks.

He actually chose the proper anatomical pose and the animals were able to "see" him in their normal plane.

There is a fine book named "Tracker," by Tom Brown and he also runs a survival training school in Manahawkin New Jersey which he established in 1978.

I read his book back then and it reminded me of one of the important influences on me was a full blood Cherokee Indian who was one of my father's friends, fellow firefighter and a Mason.

He taught me a ton about the forest, tracking and survival.

We would go out before dawn and lay in the dew soaked grass with seeds in front of us and wait. Each day, the wild birds would get closer and closer until they would take them out of the open palms of our hands.

We presented no threat and it was an incredible training lesson for me to be in balance and in rhythm with the surroundings. Nothing mystical, rational and realistic with a lot of knowledge to support our actions.

A...

Sounds like a form of meditation with a corporeal adjunct.

--Brant

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