If a picture is worth a thousand words, imagine the story a fresh track, in soft soil, can whisper to those who are open to the voice of the bush.
Seeing a fresh track for the first time, the information, the possibilities and the promise that lies open in the sand. It can be as invigorating as suddenly seeing the animal itself.
Tracks, to the trained eye and interpretive mind, can tell a story as clear as if WE were there, sharing the moment. You can see what happened, deduce what was likely to happen next, and where it was likely to lead. Bushmen often even asume the caracter of the animal they track. They might imitate behavior and movements of their quarry, re-live the footsteps, the moments.
So, to speak of tracking is tricky, it is a mindset, a way of being open to perceptions not commonly felt, and truly being part of the same enviroment as that what you seek. To explain it in words, would be ... is impossible. It is best experienced, to experience the thrill of searching and using the smallest clues to find ... a paw print, some crushed grass, what the quarrie was likely up to, signs both visual and not, the smells on the breeze, the twitter of excited birds ... close by, the low growl ...!... or the sudden burst of wild movement from the thick, lush African brush ... you have to be there, to feel it, to share.
I have known Rexon many years now, he has been tracking since childhood ... he is on it! Excuse the slang, but find a fresh track and he is! I have always enjoyed tracking too, since, like Rex, my father opened that secret window to my young mind. One thing about tracking, novice or expert, one will and can always learn more.
WE will always look for fresh signs, WE do, it is in our nature.
Tomorrow, opportunity allowing, come track along. Rexon will lead the way, and I will be there with him ... and
so can you.
WEwalk (09h00 CAT every week day), it has been in our nature even before WE could talk.