Stick
Viper!!
Sometimes
I had to stop and wonder at the things I would catch myself doing
in the name of 'fun'. Slogging through waist deep mud in jungle
swamp, wearing heavy canvas overshirts, and hauling at least 30
pounds of camera equipment and other 'necessary' gear really did
sound like fun.
I was
with a group of friends and we were supposedly on a jaguar hunt
for an action photo session. I suppose that 6 excited baying hunting
dogs were necessary, but I'm also pretty sure that any jaguars
in Belize knew to lay low along about then, too.
It had
been the rainy season and all the paths were too muddy for even
the Land Rovers to tackle. After winching them past 2 bogs and
floating two of them downstream, we decided we'd better hoof it
the rest of the distance.
One animal
trail had turned into a streambed overnight, and we all paused
to take a rest before going deeper into the 'bush'. I had been
slapping at mosquitoes with the sleeves of my shirt and dunked
the material in the cool stream to wash my face off. I was surprised
when I saw the sleeves were in shreds! Razorgrass! I wore shorts
and my legs didn't look much better.
Doctor
flies, mosquitoes, razor grass, you name it, and I ran into it.
The thought of shredding my jeans kept me from going for protection.
Leather hiking boots, now soaking, completed my 'essentials'.
(Skin will heal, denim is more valuable.)
Something
crashed up ahead! The hounds went berserk so two were turned loose
on the prey. Our guide assured us that 'dey only chase da cat'.
When we heard that familiar sound of gnashing teeth, we knew they
had cornered a waray instead! Dutifully taking it's picture and
hauling the dogs off the kill, we let it escape back into the
underbrush. Waray is a white lipped pecarry, and kin to the javelina
and about as sweet-tempered.
The jungle
is a marvelous place. You can get lost within a few yards of your
camp or vehicle if you get off a known path or turned around at
all. The local Belizeans say that if a person hasn't been found
in a couple of hours, it'll be several days before they're found.
By then, they have 'gone bushy mon'.
Stories
of people having to be roped and tied for awhile after surviving
such an adventure kept me from leaving the path too far. I was
also tied to a hound so we weren't 'going bushy' without a fight!
Although staring at the South end of that dog for 6 hours did
make me rather testy.
Bader
(our host and guide) kept locating 'treasure' and putting it into
my backpack. I think he was just adding ballast to slow me down
a little! I was sandwiched between the machete-wielders and Bader,
most of us tied to a dog or two.
I leaped
another small streambed and something grabbed my ankle!! The lead
machete man turned and started hacking at the ground! Bader hauled
his dog out of the line of fire and raced to see what had bitten
me. I leaped straight up in the air, taking the dog along with
me, landing several feet away from the 'thing'. After all the
churning, a little piece of dead vine drifted to the surface of
the stream and calmly floated off.
I turned
and shrugged and announced, "Stick Viper, mon'.
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