South Africa and a Black Death Dream Hunt

Cornered in a small clearing, he squared his shoulders, picked up his head, and looked me right in the eye. Judging me. I was close enough to watch him sneer. My rifle raised, I traced a line through the gap between his front legs, up to the center of the black mass of muscle that … Read more

Hunting in Africa: Unintended Consequences, or How I learned to Love the Zebra

Just like it was a few months prior, the KLM plane from Amsterdam to Johannesburg is almost completely empty. My two traveling companions, plus myself, make up a third of the passengers aboard the Boeing 777. We can take any seat we like, as long as it’s not in First Class, of course. Last time, … Read more