After a four-hour truck ride over some rough roads, we arrived at camp shortly after dark. The camp is spectacular with private chalets and a communal gathering area open to the night air for meals and campfire talks. It was a grand reunion with my PH Neil and his parents who I had not seen in a couple of years.
I am an old man at 64 years of age, and somewhat crippled, so at about 9 p.m. I wished everyone a good night and walked to my chalet with my last glass of J&B Rare, with a plan for a late start in the morning after three days of travel. I looked up and saw the Southern Cross, the open land, many shining eyes and knew — aah! I am back in Africa!
I was scheduled for a 15-day hunt with eland as number one on my wish list. I had hunted eland hard two years earlier at Mokore in Zimbabwe and come up short after having my gun on the sticks four times. That's hunting! So,
