Born in Africa,grew up in Africa.
As a child I remembered the shotgun behind the kitchendoor and the .308 hunting rifle on the gunrack in the lounge.Pelletgun behind my own room door.My second birthday present was a .243Brno wich is still my favourite today.
My farther was a hunter and my grand farther was a hunter.He was born in 1885 in the Freestate Province of South-Africa.After the Anglo Boer War against England he refused to swear allegiance to the British Crown and he and a mate went into East Africa(German Colony at the time) with their ox wagons as Ivory hunters and hide traders.They ended up in Kenia as coffee farmers and stayed there until 1916 when they were deported back to South-Africa for some or other reason.their land used to be in the south of Kenia not far from Kilamanjaro and the Tanzanian border.Being back in South-Africa it was very difficult to be a gun owner as a Boer and he never hunted again.But with that hunting blood in your veins you never really give it up and thus my father was also a hunter until 1996 when he passed away.He hunted South-Africa extensively and hunted Rhodesia and later Zimbabwe.He also hunted South-West Africa(today Namibia)Today I am the one of the Groenewald family that continue the tradition.Or otherwise with us you can call it our culture or part of it.Iv'e got a little one on the way wich is due in November and hopefully a pelletgun or a rifle will trigger the love for the bush and the animals as carried over to me.