I will start this off by saying that I was heavily intoxicated when this event took place. Last weekend I was at my friends house for a BBQ and we were telling our drunken adventure stories to his sheriff buddies. My buddy looks at me with a huge grin on his face and says "do you remember the giraffe hunt?". It was one of the most irresponsible and deunken ideas we've ever had. This all took place many years ago during the last major hurricane that hit south Florida. We were having a hurricane party, as is tradition in Florida when a hurricane hits. It's a small party only six people in attendance. We are all hooting and hollering enjoying the show when the power goes out. We all turn on the camping lights and decide to play some pool and wait for the eye to come over us so we can go outside for a while. All of our drunken rambling lead us to what we thought was the greatest idea ever. We wanted a giraffe head over the pool table for the light.
Everyone is like fuck yeah but where are we going to get one of those. I still to this day don't know who said it, but someone said "lion country safari is only ten miles from here". Light bulbs appeared over everyone's head. Suddenly the emergency radio said the storm had stalled over florida. We all ran outside and loaded up on the swamp buggy and we were off.
Fully stocked on guns, ammo, and booze we started making our way to lion country safari. We headed right down the main drag full speed. We saw the sign for the park and thought we were home free, thinking no cops will be out in this weather. Hell the reason we took the swamp buggy was because the roads were flooded. All of a sudden we hear police sirens and see flashing blue lights. I turn around to see a jacked up FWC truck coming in hot. I mashed the gas as hard as I could and headed for the trees. This cop chases us for an hour before he finally got stuck in a canal we drove through to loose him. We finally make it back to the house broken hearted that we didn't get the giraffe. Then we realize we're a man down. This time just me and my buddy Larry go back out. We eventually find this kid wandering around in the neighborhood. He loads up and starts telling us he fell off right when this adventure started. He apparently was peeing off the back of the buggy when we hit a bump and he got tossed. We managed to get back to the house just as the winds started to pick up and trees started snapping. I'm glad we never made it to lion country but glad we tried, that was one of the most fun nights I've ever had.
