Paying respects
The photo was taken by my brother unbeknownst to me. I had wanted a zebra since I began dreaming of Africa. I had several oppurtunities at zebra but we could never get close enough or the animals were to skittish to take a shot. I had resolved that I would not get my animal this hunt and would need to return again. Our second to last day this fine stallion stood broadside at 100 yards. He was hit in the heart and ran off, I thought I had wounded him. Less than fifty yards from where I shot him this magnificent animal lay. I was overcome with the moment. From the sun on your back to the dust on his enormous body, you take in the scent of the air, the animal, the gunpowder on your finger, and you take a moment to thank the animal and the lord, for giving you that one perfect instant