RE: April Fuels
I love fruit bats. The whooping of their mighty wings serenaded Mrs S and I during our honeymoon twilights on Soneva Fushi.
I saw some native Indonesians shoot one down with a blow-dart on a tea plantation in the mountains outside of Jakarta in 1984.
Damned thing had a 6 foot wingspan. I have a photo somewhere, I'll dig it out. I didn't enjoy seeing the great beast brought down, but I marvelled at the skill involved, and accepted that the hunters were after food, not sport.
The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph
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