I WAS up in the Drakensberg, once again sharing a fire with my good friend Royce Buckle, an ex-Tanganyika ‘white hunter’ from the ‘golden era’ of African safaris. Inevitably, our conversation turned to professional hunting during that era.
“Not everyone was cut out for it,” said Royce, “no matter how badly they wanted it.” “Oh?” I said, “I would have thought someone wanting it badly enough would accept the downside and make it work.” “No,” said Royce, smiling. “Some were influenced by the writings of Hemingway and
