My older brother actually got me to Africa. I had done a little bird hunting and occasionally sat in a tree stand on opening day seeing only does, but really wasn't much of a hunter. David went to Africa and fell in love with it. He returned evey year, at least. He kept urging me to go but there was always some reason to say no. Than he contracted cancer. He went into remission and my Wife agreed that I had to go this time. Ten days in Botswana, buffalo and plains game, it was a trip that I will always treasure. Three years later, after my Brother died, I took my two sons back to Botswana. Next year I'm taking my Wife. Some day in the distant future I hope to take my Brother's grandsons.