My family has been hunters for generations before me, and I don’t remember a hunting book or magazine in our home ever before I grew up and married. So I wasn’t impressed with Africa because of the written word. In fact, I never even read Capstick, or Ruark till after I had already hunted Africa.
My interest in African hunting, and double rifles both started when I was six yrs old on a visit with my grandfather to town from our ranch in the north end of the Texas hill country, to the little town of Santa Anna, Texas and to the local hardware store. This was in 1942. I was born in the late 1930s and can’t remember the first time I went hunting with my family, but when I entered the Kelly Hardware store I was hooked.
The high walls were covered with animals, I had only seen in the movies, along with a broad collection of old rifles, and handguns. Mr. Kelly had hunted Africa back in the late 1920s and had collected all those animals mounted there. Mr. Kelly recognized the hunter in me, and took me under his wing. I had just been given my first rifle, and Mod 67 Winchester .22 lr single shot, but I had been hunting with my uncle’s S/S 410 shotgun for some time before that. Mr. Kelly called me to the back counter of his store where he had a scratched up oak, and leather luggage case with shipping labels all over it . He opened it and inside was a big double rifle and all the little gadgets that come in those cases. He took the rifle out, and put it together, and handed it to me cautioning me not to drop it because it was heavy. MAN! Was that thing heavy for a six-year-old skinny kid? He took the rifle back, and handed me one of the cartridges that went in the rifle, WOW that was the biggest cartridge I’d ever seen, and I plucked one of the .22 lr shells out of my pocket and compared them. As I found out later it was a 500/465NE. GEEEZE…………….
Over the next two or three years, every time we went to town, I went to the hardware store to listen to Mr. Kelly’s stories of Africa, and of dangerous game.
From that day on, the little 410 shotgun was a big double rifle, and every jackrabbit I shot was a Cape buffalo, and I was hooked on double rifles, and Africa. Still I was 21 years of age before I got my first double rifle, but have rarely been without at least one till today. Most hunting today is mundane compared to Africa. Once you go to Africa, you are never the same again.:worship: