So, SideKick, are you claiming this is the kind of work you used to do for the USDA? Quite an exciting life compared to now - mild-mannered IT guy for a public school. Oh, for the days of youth, lying on your back carving your initials, oh, wait, I mean crawling on your knees looking for honey. Yeah, that's the story & you're sticking to it.
"Each spring, like Klondike prospectors looking for the mother lode, the honey hunters go deeply into debt to rent boats for their journey through a vast warren of muddy saltwater rivers and channels that meander around thousands of jungle islands.
They have to stock up on food and supplies for trips that last up to three months. And they have to grease the palms of corrupt forestry officials. The honey hunters wager everything, including their lives, against pirates and the whims of wild animals, including pythons, king cobras, crocodiles and the man-eating Bengal tigers. The lure of liquid gold is stronger than their fears."
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