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Night and the high African grass were concealing our bending silhouettes. The quick walking pace was not giving us away thanks to the sandy sois muffling our steps. We’d been following one and the same itinerary for the second time around. Earlier that day, before sunset, the scout from the hunting camp had broken the news we’d been waiting for in the course of five days. Every evening upon sunset, the big male hippopotamus would sneak out of his den among the impenetrable reeds.
The two men were walking cheerless and scared. Their clothes looked alike, shabby and worn out. They were of different age. Judging by the characteristic high cheek-bones of their faces, one could guess they were sort of relatives, most probably, a father and his son. Stoyan, the younger one, was holding an axe in his hand. Pavel, on his part, had asked a neighbour of his to lend him an old hunting rifle, loaded with two bullets. He had no other bullets with him and didn’t even know the right pe
Let me introduce myself first. My name’s Robert Atanassov. I’m publishing the “Bulgarian Hunter” magazine and hosting the programs “Time for Hunting” on TV7 and “ Hobby” TV. Meanwhile I am a professional hunter, which doesn’t mean I earn my bread by selling furs the way the trappers used to do. I organize hunting expeditions for people who are ignorant about certain terrains and game habitats. I’m saving their time, ensuring a good hunting day, week or longer periods.