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   It was nearly five thirty before Karl was ready to depart. He couldn't find the binoculars, but after half an hour of looking for them he resolved to carry on without. His prey was easy enough to find if one knew where to look, and one could expect to get fairly close to the game with little danger of spooking it. Taking up his backpack, lunchbox, and various field equipment, including a new piece he acquired for long shots, he set out.
   After a hike of about four miles, he found a likely spot and prepared to settle in. Spying a suitable tree in which a proper stand could be built, he collected the necessary branches and foliage and built a quick shelter high in its branches. Then he climbed up with his gear and began taking the lay of the land from his perch. It was a fine morning, sunny and warm. Casting his eyes several hundred feet down the hillside, he beheld a familiar landscape - the clean, golden sand of Madre Elena Beach.
   It would not be long until his object wandered onto the scene, so he quickly assembled his newly acquired instrument, a Canon 5D with a telephoto lens. He waited for nearly forty minutes, eye held close to the viewfinder, before at last the game was afoot. Arriving via the lagoon, around the small cape to the south, came a pristine, humming forty-footer, chugging along in the gentle waves. And on its bow, basking in the loving sun, was a gloriously nude Heidi Klum, accompanied by friends and entourage.
   Click.