A sporting life in Africa
Hannes Wessels became a professional hunter because, as he says in his fine book Strange Tales from the African Bush, he missed “the smell of cordite… the clatter of the helicopters and the memory of the blood brotherhood that few, other than soldiers under fire, are lucky enough to know”.
Over cold beers on the steamy Kenya coast, Hannes — a 14th-generation white African and veteran of the Rhodesian Light
