Folks,
The addiction started in '93 when I told my s.o. that I thought we could afford a 10-day buffalo hunt. Her immediate reaction was "That's not enough days". I picked a winner. Her only caveat was we could not shoot any cats.
We made a plan for August. '94 and overall, it was great hunt with a good Dugga Boy, PG and an elephant I never planned for.
On the plane ride home Sadie asked me what we would hunt next. I cautiously said leopard, she agreed and we were off on a journey that would take us to 9 African countries over 25 years.
I'd love to go back a couple of time to hunt Uganda and Ethiopia, but it's gotten SO expensive it just isn't in the cards. I do keep my hand in as I'm in the business, but I have an attack of melancholy now and then.
Addiction? I don't know but obsession for sure.
Cheers,
Mark