I have been a traveller and an adventurer most of my life including being an explorer into different parts of the world, my army training has given me good background for all that I confront.
From the Highlands of Papua to the islands of the coast of South Vietnam, I have faced it all and faced all adversaries.
My safari days are coming to a close yet still I feel the beat of adventure in my heart that makes my adrenalin run , so this maybe the final safari account by me the Aussie Emu commonly known as Ian.
This safari drained me and made me realize that there are adversaries that are beyond my endeavours and beyond my ability to overcome.
Today I embarked on a safari and faced the dreams that bring on nightmares
I pursued and tracked the Miguelito beast, the king of the forest of flowers , I swore after pursuing him for many months that today I would track this beast and finally get a shot at him.
This is the diary report of Ian Felton in the pursuit of the Miguelito beast recorded this day July 16th in the year of our Lord 2011.
I will write this diary as I go on as these may be the last written records you will receive
Today woke early with the intent to track down and shoot the beast from the forest of flowers, Miguelito , he first came to my attention many months ago when I first saw him at a distance skulking and preying in the depths of the forest of flowers , he would emerge into the sunlight , devour his prey and slink silently back into the undergrowth of the forest , eyes blazing red and a defiance in his stand that caused one’s blood to run cold.
Had a hearty meal of eggs and bacon with cups of coffee
Checked all the gear in preparation for the safari not knowing how long or what the future held , ensued I had enough batteries and ammo
9 -37 AM
Last goodbye to Ana at the door , tears in her eyes , tried to console her and promised I would return
Left with a lump in my throat , I knew I had to do what a man has to do , I had to get the Miguelito beast.
Arrived at the last known sighting place of Miguelito , settled in for a long wait , all quiet and can’t afford to make a sound.
Heat getting stronger and all is quiet , no wildlife or bird sounds , he’s close by
Hairs on my neck are starting to rise , somethings not right , leech on my leg , can’t afford to move
This is wrong , the air is dry , sweating , my God , movement Ohh no
Wait , no no no , cant write ahh nooooooo
He’s here I can sense him , Miguelito is around , the underbrush is moving , cant write ,sweating
I see him Omg cant go on, he’s coming out of the darkness of the undergrowth , he sees me,
I cant move , he’s looking straight at me , down wind so can’t smell me , Omg nooo , he’s moving ,ahhhhhh
Can’t go on , nerves tight , sweat running down my back , coffee is gone , starting to rain , I have to keep going , have to get Miguelito.
Following Miguelito , going deeper into the forest of flowers , sweating , no drink feeling exhausted , this is it I’m finished sweat in the eyes , hoping I can see to get a clear shot ,
Darkness and the underbrush is closing in , never been so scared in my life, using all my army training now
He’s here , I see him , shit he’s seen me , stand still , dont breathe
Bloody hell , Omg Never faced this before
He ‘s looking at me , dont move Ian dont breathe , still still ,
Cant write anymore , if you read this let Ana know I died as an adventurer , doing what I love,
Now or never I have my chance
Got my shot just as he pounced on his prey, he’s fast , grabbed his prey and disappeared into the dark undergrowth of the forest of flowers to eat his prize
Scurried away like a frightened mouse
Can’t pursue as am exhausted , got to get back to camp , will try to record later.
Arms are sore and am sunburnt , dehydration setting in , head back to camp if I can make it , pleaseee pass these records on to Ana if I dont make it, and let her know I did finally get a shot at the Miguelito beast
Can’t go on , my final safari , no more ,no more
Epilogue to my Miguelito safari, dated 17th of July in the year of our Lord 2011
AM 17th July
Did finally make it back to camp , sunburnt and dehydrated , had a shower and food and drink, warm fire and regaled Ana on my safari against Miguelito
I will safari again and I will face Miguelito , a test of endurance and a test of perseverance
I wish you well Miguelito and again one day we will meet on the battlefield in your forest of flowers to see who can outlast the other in a staring competion
The Wildlife Hunter
The story is pure fiction obviously , the author of this story is in actual fact little Miguelito himself , a little field mouse who gives me much pleasure and has accepted my friendship,
Writing this has proven to me that writing can be a world of fiction if we open our eyes
, look with your eyes and see around you , enjoy what you see and write what you see , to me it was a Miguelito , to you it may be a flower , a butterfly.
Look at a rainbow and write your dreams , look at nature and write your heart
Ian aka Emu