Longwalker
AH elite
Hello all, I have enjoyed this site with occasional visits over the past couple years. What a wealth of information and experience, and friendly folks! I am looking forward to becoming an active member and getting to know some of you, and learning a lot more!
I live in Western Canada, and have hunted on the prairies and in the bush of Canada for meat and trophies every year. While the hunting at home is fantastic, Africa has always been a dream.
A photographic safari to Kenya and Tanzania in 2012 just made my Africa hunting itch stronger. I was fortunate to be invited on a plains game safari with my brother in the Eastern Cape, S.A. in 2013. What an adventure!
Now I am feeling the itch again, and am reminded of a poem by Robert Service, originally written about our Yukon territory, but this short excerpt adapts well to the wilder parts of Africa I think...
"There’s a land where the mountains are nameless,
And the rivers all run God knows where;
There are lives that are erring and aimless,
And deaths that just hang by a hair;
There are hardships that nobody reckons;
There are valleys unpeopled and still;
There’s a land — oh, it beckons and beckons,
And I want to go back — and I will."
I live in Western Canada, and have hunted on the prairies and in the bush of Canada for meat and trophies every year. While the hunting at home is fantastic, Africa has always been a dream.
A photographic safari to Kenya and Tanzania in 2012 just made my Africa hunting itch stronger. I was fortunate to be invited on a plains game safari with my brother in the Eastern Cape, S.A. in 2013. What an adventure!
Now I am feeling the itch again, and am reminded of a poem by Robert Service, originally written about our Yukon territory, but this short excerpt adapts well to the wilder parts of Africa I think...
"There’s a land where the mountains are nameless,
And the rivers all run God knows where;
There are lives that are erring and aimless,
And deaths that just hang by a hair;
There are hardships that nobody reckons;
There are valleys unpeopled and still;
There’s a land — oh, it beckons and beckons,
And I want to go back — and I will."