A New Adventure
My son and I were invited by our
local friend Eid to go with him and a few of his mates out for the day to
train their Falcons for hunting season. It is not like the hunting I am used
to but what an experience.
Once the falcon has caught its prey it lands and you drive over to the spot to retrieve the bird. The falcon is rewarded some choice morsels from its prey and then put back in the Land Cruiser for the next bird to be released. The next one came out of the box and I was quite surprised to see it was a bull Sprig. Once he had gained a bit of distance the next falcon was released and in hot pursuit again. I never would of thought that a falcon could of run down the sprig but he did. After some great in air acrobatics by both birds the falcon had its prey with a sweeping midair grab. I wish I had my video camera, maybe next time.
I was shown a few other tactics that they use for training and then it was back to camp for the traditional gathering around the campfire and story telling of the days hunting. I was amazed how we all shared that common bond of hunters around the fire.
Even being 8,000 miles away from home in a foreign country, the hunting tradition and the commendatory of the hunt lives in all of us fortunate enough to enjoy this pastime together. This was a special treat for me to experience and will add to the stories that we all tell around the campfire in our hunts.
It is funny how that night around the fire two different worlds came together as one, under the stars, sharing this great pastime we all had in common. HUNTING