We had just finished a memorable safari in the Northern Frontier District of Kenya, one on which I had taken a very fine leopard in the eleventh hour of the final day. It was my first. A male, it pegged out at nearly eight feet from nose to tail tip, and we were...
What trout fisherman, plunged into despair by hyper-selective fish that refuse all his imitations, hasn’t wished for a “magic” fly? In this cautionary tale from the anthology Seasons of the Angler (1988), the author reminds us to be careful what we wish for . . .
Pursuit of the tiny African parasite had fallen to his drinking buddies, who found it an amusing— though quite dangerous—game. Wait a minute!” said Bucky Blackrod. “I can feel it moving now. Get ready. Okay, nail the bastard!” A group of drunks lunged at his hairy...
