![]() Think this is fun, huh? I was tasked by Steve Lamboy, head of Antonio Zoli North America, to take one of the company’s new travel guns to Argentina. When a sadistic deep-tissue massage at the end of the day actually feels good… When a lively gun begins to handle like a concrete block. When you can’t swing fast enough any more to catch up with a bird closer than 30 yards. When you’re too jaded to move and find you’ve screwed your feet into the dirt. (No mas!) When you decide to wait for the next shot to reload, so you don’t have to open the shotgun one more time. When you cringe as your loader empties yet another box of cartouchos into your shell bag. You know you’re shooting doves in Argentina when your left arm hurts too. Welcome to Argentina, southern land of tango dancing, beefsteak, leather-trimmed everything and wingshooting that can reduce even a Republican to sniveling tears. If I’m going crazy, at least I’ll have company when I get there. It was a relief one morning to hear Dick Kennerknecht, from Global Sporting Safaris, say at breakfast that when he’d closed his eyes the night before, all he could see were doves flying at him.
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