Halloween at friends is a treat – even if for an hour.
Haven’t seen them for ages.
Insufficiently scary this year to send local trick-or-treating kids running screaming, but nice nonetheless.
Among treats – the wild boar that he shot at a hunt with his Florida brother (it is invasive species there , apparently), with what I understood was a kind of a musket.
They buried the head to turn into a skull to dig up in two years, and made a “treasury” map for it.
They are going to Argentina soon. For wildlife conservation work, of cours.
I shared what tips I remembered, but I think their trip will be infinitely more interesting than ours.