Additional Hunting Stories

I was on safari in the extreme north of what was then known as Zaire, now the Democratic Republic of the Congo. My client and I were traveling by bicycle down a well-defined path that ran parallel with the border of Zaire and Sudan. This area was known as Azande, after the local Paramount Chief Azande, ruler of a vast area of northeastern Zaire. Our temporary hunting camp had originally been located in one of the guesthouses in the large village where Azande lived with his fifty wives—yes, fifty. And he had 109 children! I actually counted them on one occasion—the chief was celebrating some special event, and all of his living children were present. I counted the entire lot as they lined up to congratulate their father.

Botswana: 2011

Crossroads for Adventure

By Rodger Haag

The normal, routine patterns of daily life ended as we left Florida en route to Maun, to meet PH Clive Lennox for a 10-day elephant hunt on Kgori Safaris’ Kwatale NG 43 concession

On 11 July this year, the hunting community lost another PH when Wayne Barry Clark, 37, was fatally wounded by a buffalo during a hunt in Lolkisale in Masailand, Tanzania.

Wayne was born in Bulawayo, Zimbabwe, on 13 March 1975 to parents Liz and Bruce Clark. A boy with a keen sense of adventure, he was passionate about wildlife and the bush and enjoyed nothing more than hunting, camping and fishing with his mates. He qualified as a PH in 1997 and hunted regularly throughout South Africa, Zimbabwe and Tanzania He was hugely experienced and had a wonderful rapport with clients, totally committed to ensuring that everything was done to maximise their hunting experience. He was affectionately known as Bwana ‘Haraka’ to his Tanzanian camp staff – Swahili for ‘Mr Fast’ – because of his constant urging to get everything done on time.

Re: Dancing with Lions

Dear Brooke,

I just wanted you to know that your editorial, “Dancing with Lions,” in AHG 18.1 brought a big smile when I read it. Lots of fond memories of you, Rudy, the old days at Haut Chinko, lions, and a wonderful hunt for my first Lord Derby eland.

Although it was an eland safari, the bull jumped into the salt so quickly that we hunted other game for the next 20 days. And although I was unsuccessful with Mr. Kitty, I have never had so much fun hunting before or since. I remember vividly laying on my back and gazing up at the starry sky while listening for the roar of a male lion, then Rudy taking a compass bearing on its location in the moonlight. Tiptoeing in and hearing the sawing grunt of a leopard 100 yards away, and finally the look on tracker Sognoce’s face when we saw the rear end of the lion as it slinked away and disappeared.

Namibia: 2010

Ever since my first safari to Africa in 2005, I’d promised my grown son Bryan I’d one day take him on a safari. I’d endured some pretty significant health problems during the last three years, so I figured we’d better go soon, while I still could

We planned for spring 2010. Even then, just before our trip, I desperately needed total hip replacement surgery. At the Dallas Safari Convention, with help from Tommy Morrison of Sporting International, we decided to go to Namibia – my third safari. I chose Namibia for several reasons, including a stable government and lots of trophy animals, particularly gemsbok and springbok. My frien d and physician, Dr. Mike Zambi and his son Mike Jr., accompanied us on this trip, which was their first safari.