The month was May, the region Limpopo, and the weather cold. Has it really been 26 months since my last hunt? I thought, taking my first steps onto the rocky terrain and into the bush-veld. Peace and solitude overcame me. I inhaled a lungful of sharp, fresh mountain air, silently thanking my wife for arranging this “surprise” hunt. I was also grateful that my trusty 9.3x62 Mauser enabled me to re-enter the bush with confidence.
Surveying the golden bush-veld that lay before me, I considered my hunt of choice, for I do not believe in shooting what I would not eat. Having tasted a zebra steak recently, I knew this was an animal I would enjoy for numerous reasons: firstly, as dinner; secondly, as a challenge as I had never hunted a zebra before; and thirdly, and perhaps most importantly, to take home the rug I had promised my wife. Apart from the zebra, I yearned for a warthog. Wish list in mind and rifle in hand, I was prepared.
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