I haven’t hunted elephant, and I don’t plan to. You might want to read the hunting story I’ve posted here before assuming that my experience begins and ends with Africa and DG.
Somehow, there seems to be a notion that “hunting” automatically means Africa, elephant, and dangerous game. It doesn’t. There are many forms of hunting, and some of us have been fortunate enough to experience places, wildlife, and hunting parties that don’t come with a PH, a tracker, a comfortable camp, and a steak and wine waiting at the end of the day.
I know you’ve hunted elephant, stayed at five-star lodges and been chauffeured around the bush. Good for you genuinely. Those are experiences in their own right.
My experiences have been rather different. I’ve hunted in remote places where there was no PH, no tracker, no camp to return to, and certainly no one asking how I wanted my steak cooked.
Have you ever been close to a Royal Bengal tiger in full charge? HAve you seen what a beat is? Have you seen bears been driven out, Sambars, deers, Hogs coming at you at full speed down a mountain?
HAve you spent a night out in the middle of nowhere where there is no help, no cell phones, no maps and slept in the open with sky as your roof?
Probably not. And that’s perfectly fine. But perhaps that also means we’ve simply seen very different sides of what “hunting” can mean.
So I wouldn’t be too quick to measure someone’s hunting experience solely by the number of elephants they’ve hunted.