We were all late starters in regard to hunting My dad didn't start hunting until he was in his early 40's when one of his friends started bringing him on black bear hunts. That was my dad's first animal (the black bear) and he would occasionally hunt with his buddy down in New Mexico for elk. My brother started in his 30's and began with Texas whitetails. He'd bring our dad along for the trips. I never went because I wasn't a hunter and I'm not a big fan of whitetail meat. However, I always told them that I would consider elk hunting in the future. I was always a fisherman, especially for trout. I caught that bug on a random Colorado trip when I decided to buy an ultralight for $15 and hop in the stream. I've been drawn to it ever since; however, neither my brother nor dad are fishermen.
Thank you for the kind words and I'm very sorry to hear about the passing of your mom. Alzheimer's is a terrible disease.
Excellent question! It was very hard leaving Africa. It felt so "right" being in the bush. I can't get those beautiful African sunsets out of my head. I still wake up and miss the crisp African winter morning and the feeling of the dust caking your skin at the end of the day. I don't miss the "Hat Stealer" tree though. Those trees tried to take a pound of flesh off of me and were very nearly successful in that endeavor.
