Visiting taita chucho.

I spent about 4 hours waiting for this flower to make its movement and I was taking photos from time to time, it really moved from one side to the other, it turns out that I went to visit Mr. Chucho (his name is Jesus) but he tells me that since he remembers, for more than 70 years they have called him that and that is why he prefers it, he has told me that in his hours in front of that flower I notice how he moves from one side to another to look for the sun, so I To please him, I spent those hours waiting there by his side for the movement of the flower. While as always when I am next to a great teacher of these who have more than 70 springs, I began to ask him questions (this fascinates me) and he told me that for many years he was a hunter, he lived by hunting wild animals, but since Some time ago a character that I will show you below changed his life. I asked him if he could take a picture of the character and the grandfather said yes, then I asked him for a portrait and he said that only his Panchito liked to have his pictures taken (the character that his photos will see below) , while the gift said: neither to me, nor to my dogs we like to take those things called photos. Hahaha, I let hear a loud laugh of those that I always let hear and he only showed a slight smile (I always ask permission for a photo) and I went back to the flower and those photos.

We continued talking and I asked questions and I remained silent to listen to the veteran talk about his stories, I wanted him to tell me about one in particular but he is reluctant to talk about that one, and there he began to tell me why I stopped being a hunter and It started like this more or less: I was walking with my carbine on my shoulder when I met some Vaquiros and I put it on my chest, as it was fine (very little it failed) on the first shot I shot a large vaquiro and the others prepared to attack me and I mounted a tree because the fangs of those bugs are dangerous, do not shoot, I shot them more because it only killed what I was going to eat, I could not carry more than the one I had already left on the site. The others left after a while and when I approached to prepare the boar so that it does not decompose, I noticed that something in the bush was moving, I approached and it was a small calf, I killed a large female and only had a small one that I was close, I grabbed him there and brought him home, it was my responsibility, and thinking about this I felt bad, I had to raise him with a bottle, give him in the mouth because he was small and he did not eat yet, for all this is that I stop to hunt, now I love my little mountain pig. There I understood why I stop being a hunter, with everything and that he still has his breed of dogs to hunt. He invited me to go to the backyard to see the character and take a photo of him. The photo is in the background, after this story that made me consolidate my change because now very little as caseria (wild animals) I do not say that I will not do it again someday if it is to survive, but I try not to do it to protect wild animals that for good news I have noticed in my walks through the bush that have multiplied and recover because people now do not like to eat wild animals, this is very good for them.

The taita took more confidence when talking about the things that fascinate him, it is seen that he loves this animal, there he told me: people ask me that when I am going to eat it and I say that if they are crazy, I do not I grew up to eat it, I enjoy seeing it there more calmly, it is like a son to me, now you understand why I stop being a hunter? In this I took advantage of taking some photos but I only took two of our mountain pig because he was very nervous with my presence, I am strange to him.

This will be another story and it is for the other types of publications that I do in the underground zone, but I hope to be able to locate the exact place and be able to see and feel in body the things that I have heard in the stories of some old men who have been in the place, but as I said before "this will be another story" so they must wait.

When I was about to retire he invited me to go to the stove and there he had a pot with an aguaito, as he says to his kind of soup, taking advantage of the fact that he was talkative this day he told me his recipe and he will not cook it completely but he carries: old yard hen (raised in the yard eating everything) balls of corn, cassava, potatoes, carrots, dressings which I specify with details, neither more nor less, just those, among which is a plant that only grows here in Venezuela called Cilantro de monte. I was served a totuma (a kind of dish or pot made from tapara) I had time that I did not eat at tapara, I really like it, I used to have one to eat soups but it broke, we talked for a while and so I had a great day, talking to this friend who, as is the custom of the old men in my country, you do not leave your house without eating before, this makes them very happy and I am a glutton (I love to eat a lot) take advantage of that food, that the truth I still taste on my palate, because it was delicious, it reminded me of my grandmother's cup.

I only took photos of wild animals, take advantage of taking two of that bird that here they call Cristofue, for its song that names the christ in our Spanish language, it is one that visits them frequently to eat the animals that approach the vaquiro , out of respect I do not take photos of the place since our host does not like it, but take advantage of his joy to ask a question that he always dodges every time I visit him, it turns out that this man knows a site that I want to visit, says the people he knows where is an energetic port of nature where strange things happen and trees change places, this was what interested me more than all my previous history, I admit it, hahaha, according to nature behaves strangely in that place and this interests me to go to the place that this grandfather knows and ask him directly at this time, Chucho, can you tell me where the place of charm is, where the trees move and can you hear the birds talking? To my great luck, the excitement and joy of talking about the things that you like this day finally said to me, and look how few Vaquianos know where it is, there are few old people who are still alive who know it, the boys of today They do not know how to listen, he said this himself and I firmly believe it, that is why I like to talk to old people who have a great knowledge not because of their degree of education, but because of how they were raised before, knowing how to study the things of life they understand things better than many.