Escape From A Hell Hole
Finding a big billy wasn’t difficult, but getting his trophy out of the mountain wilderness would become the most perilous struggle of his life.
Finding a big billy wasn’t difficult, but getting his trophy out of the mountain wilderness would become the most perilous struggle of his life.
I sat on the engine cowling, holding my rifle and studying the hideous design of the crocodile’s head. Then its eye opened.
“If you visited a benchrest competition today, you would see scores of rifles that, other than looking like they had been painted by a graffiti artist on a manic high, are not all that different in shape and weight from your heavy-barreled varmint rifle.”
How many investments can you name that virtually guarantee a sizable return on your money and also offer the added bonus of pride of ownership?
“After my good luck with ibex I thought the Armenian sheep would be a snap, but I figured wrong …”
“The Cape buffalo has a well-earned reputation for being able to absorb a magazine full of thumb-sized bullets and still have enough meanness left to grind his adversary into the ground.”
“Yep. That’s right. Bird dogs didn’t just happen, you know. They were invented.”
“Had they come to see the man practice his craft? Or were they more drawn by the specter of a man willingly and deliberately putting himself in harm’s way?”
“Whoever said, ‘beware the man with one gun,’ must have had Pete in mind.”