Growing up as a hunter, I always liked safari hunting, as opposed to sitting in a stand where the animal sauntered lazily by, likely being fed. That’s not hunting; it’s target practice.
I like it when the animal has a chance. That’s the way it was done in the days of the caveman.
So when I learned that this fisherman died in the thrill of the hunt, I understood it.
While speargun fishing in Hawaii, Randy Llanes was killed by his quarry.
His family performed a memorial at the spot where he was killed, placing traditional leis in the water. Something tells me he died doing what he loved doing.
This is definitely what black folks call “a white man’s death.”
Touché to the two adversaries who lost their lives.
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