Actually no, I went berserk! shot everything that Africa had to offer and then some, scared hell out of me, but I figured it a one time shot, so like any Las Vegas gambling fool I went for the gold, and I have never slowed down, I figured if I wanted to hunt the world then I had to get into the business of hunting and I did..

That same women has been hanging around the house now for some 47 years, and I can't get rid of her, and to top it off she is getting a lot older and I just keep getting younger...

I suppose its too late to dump her and if I did then I would surely starve to death, have no one to interpet for me (I am near deaf), buy my clothes so I don't look like a vagrant; do my books; book my hunts; passify my clients (re: my gruffness and lack of tact) and run things in general...so now you know the reason why Atkinson Hunting has survived so many years....