I'm going to start this report from the very beginning of my planning, which began when I was 4-5 years old and I'm 46 now. My father's best friend did some peace corp work in Tanzania in the late 1960s. When he came to visit us in 1970-71 my father had him tell me about hunting Zebra. I already knew that I wanted to be a hunter and that story made a strong impression on a small boy and I KNEW right then and there that I wanted to hunt in Africa. It became a dream and one that I thought had died at one point (my choice). So, I actually have pictures of the Zebra that started my journey and it still resides on the wall of my father's friend's house. He was kind enough to send me photos to use in this report. How cool is that? I consider myself fortunate to know where my journey began and think it is also a testimony to the impact that a man can have on a small boy by sharing his stories as you never know where those stories may lead many years later. Now, I'm only nine more days away from leaving for Zimbabwe!