So many memories over they years, good times with good people round the campfire and in the bush, good hunting and good trophies.....to say nothing of good malt whisky and sometimes the odd cockup........but probably the strongest memory is of a hunt many years ago with the guy who got me into African hunting. (for those of you who read Kipling, he really was the 1000th man). We had unexpectedly walked onto a beautiful bend on the Limpopo River, and the first thing he said to me there, was "Steve, you can bury me here"..........a few short years later I did, and I also fixed a small plaque to a nearby leadwood tree at the same time.

.........I still go back to hunt in the area from time to time and always find a few private moments to go and sit with him and think of times past.

RIP Viv, I owe you so much, and didn't have time to thank you.