A sporting life in Africa
Michael had blown through his inheritance, but he still put out only one line from expensive deep-sea fishing charters because, as he said, he wanted to catch only one blue marlin at a time.
He’d have been fine smoking his cigar on a peg in a partridge shoot, but out here in the million-acre Galana ranch his legs couldn’t carry him fast enough in a rough shoot for vulturines. The camp host, Johnny,
