I've been reading and dreaming about hunting in Africa since I was ten years old. I've put it on and removed it from my bucket list many times due to the expense and not knowing where to go or whom to hunt with. A year and a half ago I was given first hand info on who, what, where and when to go and for how much. Four months ago I bit the big bullet, and along with my hunting buddy Joe, put a deposit down on a trip foru ten days in Northern Cape and four days in Eastern Cape, South Africa. We departed SeaTac on May 5th (my wedding anniversary: I have an incredibly supportive wife) and I returned yesterday (I think, the jet lag is brutal). Although I'm relieved to be home, I wish I was still there stalking game in the karoo and grassveld, trying to not get stick with the acacia while following close behind my PH. The expense was significant but a good friend said to me "We are in the fourth quarter of the game and we can't see how much time is on the clock. You had better go while you are physically able to make the trip and hunt well." So I did it. I upped my workout regime and I never made a better decision. Now I'm planning to make another trip even if it means getting a job to finance it. What a tremendous experience. The photos are of some of the animals I took (Kudu, gemsbok, rock pigeons, and Egyptian geese) plus photos of a good sized puff adder (released unharmed) and a herd of gemsbok on the grassveld to show some of the habitat hunted. I almost walked into a cow rhino with calf I didn't know was there which is funny now but not then, and had a close encounter with a puff adder in the grass chocked hills that was interesting, too. I've never hunted so hard, made so many stalks, crawled so far, and enjoyed myself so much. I have a hundred stories to go along with the 400+ photos I shot. I met and stayed with two South African families when not at our primary lodge and was treated like family at all three locations. My professional hunter is a 22 year old young man who has a B.A. in business administration and Robert Ruark would have highly approved of him and his skills. My primary tracker, gun bearer (in the afternoons when my arms were aching from toting the 300 Win Mag) was a 35 year old man who has the most uncanny ability to not only spot game at incredible distances in the bush and tall grass but to also evaluated it for species, gender and trophy quality in a couple of seconds will sitting in back of a moving, bouncing Land Cruiser. I'm going back.