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Life is an amazing journey. And while this next statement is a blatant cliché, I use it here without reservation: It seems only yesterday the journey began! This observation is likely a function of growing old, but it is accurate. Those early years of childhood that fashioned my entire being are yet fresh in recall; I visit there regularly. I remember those days of work in the family garden and the poor-dirt row crops and the ragged barn. I recall that simple wood-frame house that was home. I can even now almost hear and see and smell the farm animals and yard dogs that were ever present and key players in life as we then knew it. All are gone now, but they remain fresh in some quiet, reflective corner of memory.  Read more here…

Cape Buffalo The Rifle

Cape  Buffalo The Rifle

Cape Buffalo The Rifle   Hunting Cape buffalo is a particularly intensive enterprise. These animals are captivating and challenging. Even if a hunter has not pursued these bovines, he or she has likely dreamed about it, perhaps lived the experience vicariously while reading magazine articles or watching outdoor shows. If not the apex, buffalo are near that designation in the minds of many. That thinking is justified. Much thought goes into the rifle that will be used for a buffalo hunt. This is wise, for these beasts can be unpredictable and...

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A Sharps in Africa

A Sharps in Africa

A Sharps in Africa: The Highs and Lows     The Milky Way was at arm’s length, asking, it seemed, to be brushed by feeble fingertips that tingled in a night chill. On the edge of that expanse was the Southern Cross, a marvel of nature and symbol of tranquility. I stood in reverent awe, allowing this scene to sink to my very core and bring refreshment from a dour mood that had consumed the day just ended.  There was some transformation as a result, but tranquility didn’t immediately become the overriding emotion. The evening in...

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Africa Revisited

Limpopo Province, South Africa. Bushveld. Land of the acacia and baobab and wait-a-bit thorns. A place time has neglected, where bird call serves as alarm clock, where the human intruder can lie awake nights as baboons scold from their koppie and treetop dwellings at a leopard beneath. A place where that same human can brush the Milky Way with feeble fingertips while a campfire performs its perfect ballet, can see the Southern Cross vividly suspended in lucid skies. The province derives its name from that river bearing the same: Limpopo. It...

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