E WAS named as we entered the small Eastern Cape town of Adelaide on the way to the hospital where he was to be born. “His name is Jonathan James,” I declared to my very pregnant and uncomfortable wife. The timing of that declaration must have been good because that’s what he was named and, inevitably, called JJ. His upbringing and development was fairly normal for any-one living in a small town except, possibly, that he was exposed to the hunting and fishing scene rather early. When JJ was about three or
