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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.
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.
Pressed for time over the week, me and my friend Svetlyo, nicknamed Thomson, made up our minds to go for a walk in the open on Sunday. The few hours we were intending to spend together, would be devoted todisputes and theoretical speculation over our favourite topic, ballistics. To make our pleasant walk still more enjoyable, we chose the afternoon on Palm Sunday and the less popular among visitors parts of the Mount Vitosha. Half an hour from the centre of Sofia, we left our cars and set out cl


