In the barn far behind our Kalahari hunting lodge, skinners were meticulously caping the enormous Cape buffalo I had just shot. Their fascinating work continued long into the evening warranting my ...

I still remember the first compound bow I ever saw. My dad and I belonged to an archery club in Wisconsin in the early 1970s, and everyone there shot recurves. But my dad’s cousin Howard was visiting ...

VICTORIA FALLS, a cataract of unimaginable proportions and one of the seven wonders of the world, was first documented for the West by Dr. David Livingstone in 1855, who named the spot in honor of his ...

When the box arrived, I opened it immediately. Enclosed was a soft, vintage-style carrying case with leather handles. Even though I knew what I would find when I unzipped the case, it didn’t lessen ...

Many a buffalo hunter has regretted taking a bad shot, sustaining debilitating injuries from goring and trampling. Many a tracker has narrowly saved his life by desperately climbing a tree — when he ...