Admiration On a Distant Continent

Admiration On a Distant Continent

The 10 years or so of acquaintance with these two have left a powerful impression. My admiration remains. Pieter still wears the same hat he was wearing when I first met him quite a few years back. But as for that, so do I. I suppose we both discovered that a good...
Suspense and Singing in the Bushveld

Suspense and Singing in the Bushveld

This was not our first safari, but this one was far more complex. We would hunt Cape buffalo, our first endeavor of such magnitude. Situations can quickly get out of hand when hunting Cape buffalo. This possibility is particularly enhanced when the pursuit is...
Night Sweats

Night Sweats

It is important for a man to do a thing well, even if it is killing. The honor of a feat is the measure of how you do it…And what was the truth of me? To hell with Bob Ruark. To blazes with Hemingway, Capstick, Percival, Boddington, the whole and bunch of them. It’s...
Deadly Botswana Cape Buffalo

Deadly Botswana Cape Buffalo

The most rarefied air on Earth is the painfully thin atmosphere between you and the malignant stare of a wounded Cape buffalo. The tiny bit of oxygen on the top of Mt. Everest must seem like molasses by comparison. You are connected in a wild, primordial way, as he...
Buffalo Hunt – A Tale of Two Buffs

Buffalo Hunt – A Tale of Two Buffs

James Stejskal details two occasions across the world where he is on the buffalo hunt and just how he went about claiming his prize. The early morning fog on the river was starting to dissipate as I stood in the waist high grass surveying the terrain ahead. I was...
Beware The Beast Of Nchila

Beware The Beast Of Nchila

The mosaic of rolling woodlands mixed with open plains, marshes and switchback rivers make ideal habitat for Cape buffalo in the northwest corner of Zambia—including the “Beast of Nchila,” a rogue bull that had killed four of its own. Stalking a massive bull in a...
The Working Man’s Dangerous Game Gun

The Working Man’s Dangerous Game Gun

John Hill was frozen in his tracks. He got busted trying to sneak across a narrow opening to the spot where I was carefully setting up my shot on a very old and very large Cape buffalo bull.  The two were now in a staring contest and John stood statue-still with his...