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After settling the group in Karen and I retired to the bush bunk, no not a euphemism just her in the hammock and me beneath on the ground under a single tarp. the weekend consisted of a series of workshops and classes on the various elements of tracking both man and beast. interspersed with excersises, following tracks or tea. Its great to see new people taking lessons and hearing new analogies some of which gave me new insight into some of my tracking skills.
Once the group had an eye for compression shapes and spoor there was no stopping them, in fact the hard part was holding them back and trying to get them working as a cohesive team. I found myself reminiscing a few times, it was only a few years ago that rookie me was stood confused as to what tasks who was meant to be doing. It always renews my fascination when I see the stories that can be told from just a simple mark in the ground or break in vegetation. following their trail to a conclusion and seeing the elusive beast tho' for the purposes of the course most of the elusive beasts where mentors and instructors kipping by a tree, or munching cherry bakewells.
Overall I think the group as always had a great time and learnt a whole lot more than they anticipated. so next time you see a stanger in green on their hands and knees talking of tips, pips and action indicators spare a thought and don't call for the white jackets just try not to contaminate their tracks ;)
