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It is time for lunch. Jon finds a good tree hanging out over the river and we tie-up. The boat swings gently back and forth over the current of the river. Everyone needs to eat and rest from the midday heat. The boat has an upper deck for a tent, which provides needed shade. Everyone gets comfortable for an hour-long rest. Quips and cajoles are circulated about the one that got away.

In the afternoon, we do more touring than fishing. Downstream, we pass Nxamasere Fishing Camp and eventually stop at Drotsky's. There we refresh with a couple of cold drinks and retell our fishing stories. The sun is setting low on the horizon -- time to head home.

With twilight approaching, the African sky begins to look more immense than it appeared all day. The few clouds in the sky show tinges of red, turquoise, and purple. Before we reach home it is dark, and we have to use a floodlight for guidance. The light picks up a pair of crocodile eyes, lurking close to the riverbank.

Ten hours have passed, and it has been quite a journey. Tom tries to put into words what the day has meant to him and thanks the crew. We unpack the boat a little slower than we packed in the morning. Everyone looks forward to a pasta dinner and fine South African red wines. Over dinner, we make plans for another trip into the pristine beauty of the Okavango Delta.

Sleep is not far away, and I am sure more than one of us dreams of the tiger who spit out the lure. Until you see it, it is hard to believe. But I assure you, almost every word is true.


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