My earliest memories of life were of childhood in Zambia (Lusaka mainly) I remember Vic falls and elephants surrounding our car at some stage. When Zambia started to get bad we moved over to OZ where I got into hunting. Dad was never a real hunting fan but I liked to listen to his stories of hunting trip with his work mates in Zambia.
Add regular doses of Wilbur Smith, Beverly Harper, Robert Ruark and nearly every book in the Safari Press line up and I got even more hooked.
Only thing is I have to start doing less reading about it and buying guns to do it , and get my arse over their for a hunt.