Hunting always starts with fervour. There’s the sighting-in of rifles, fine-tuning of optics, breaking in of new equipment and an atmosphere filled with excitement and tinged with anxiety. You can’t wait to get out into unfamiliar territory, locate the animal you desire and harvest protein from the veld the most organic product that exists… venison! I can argue this point further, but that’s for another discussion and a different audience.
I longed for the Bushveld. It’s the only thing I missed since relocating to the Western Cape and finally I had an opportunity to get into the deep Bushveld of the Limpopo. During the wettest June in the Western Cape’s last decade, as the cold set in and the rain poured down, I was finalising plans to fly up north to a balmy Swartwater for a hunt. My tickets were booked, and
