It arrived in a small box not on its first trip. The return address, hand-scrawled, was unfamiliar. I slit the tape. Inside, a nest of paper held an old hunting knife, a fixed-blade Marble’s of the type popular in deer camps when I was young. It had been well used,...
With horse and rifle he explored frontiers, indulging a lust that would transcend politics. “Every sense keyed up…I pushed forward the safety of the double-barreled Holland rifle. As I stepped to one side [to aim], the rhino saw me and jumped to his feet with...
The odds of suffering an attack from bears are slim. Odds of surviving one can suddenly matter more. Fates seemed bent on bringing Joe to grief. No one could say why. The slightly-built, 65-year-old herder was reliable and industrious. He’d earned and saved enough...
Wayne van Zwoll discusses the real “King of the Beasts”, the African Leopard and those who dedicated their lives to hunting them. I shook his left hand. There was nothing below his right elbow. He was strong, an aging giant six-foot-five, with a raw-boned...
Elsewhere, man-eaters were quickly shot. In Corbett’s India, they kept killing. Deeply rutted pads and a cleft across the right forefoot distinguished the prints of the eldest cat. The toes were also exceptionally long. By February 1929, the tigers – by their sign an...
