Wings over Kalahari

Wings over Kalahari

Morning at the water hole. We hear them long before we see them. To a beginning it is difficult to hear exactly where the soft, intermittent chucking sound comes from. But after a little while I pick up a group of dots against the azure sky high over the greyish green...
My Tender Shoulder – Reminiscences on a Buffalo Hunt

My Tender Shoulder – Reminiscences on a Buffalo Hunt

I have a very dear aunt who lives in the Western Cape Province of South Africa. Every time she sends me a text message, email or word of mouth message, her missive ends in the following words; “Please tell him that I still pray for him, every day.” She...