Circa 1890, our heroes, led by Lt. Goodkins, make there way down a muddy trail.
They fan out, tired from a long days walk, the Askaris guard the flanks.
Suddenly, a noise to the left...
nothing?
Lt. Goodins and Mr. Smythe continue on their way, leaving their askaris to ponder that noise.
The small band moves along, oblivious to the watchful shadows...
Now the real hunt begins...
Well, I'm not a very good photographer. I tried using the macro, flash, no flash, F stop settings, white balance, etc. It's a work in progress, but taking pictures of these guys is truly hard!