“I've never read anything, though, that could make you feel about the country the way we feel about it.
I'd like to try to write something about the country and the animals and what it's like to some one who knows nothing about it.” - Hemingway from Green Hills of Africa.
It’s next to impossible to explain to others, even other hunters who haven’t been to Africa, how being there gets into the marrow of your bones. The megafauna and megaflora - seeing so many beautiful game species and vegetation types in one place. Taking a handful of them back with you. That melancholy feeling when the charter plane lifts off from the grass strip at camp, taking you back to the artificial, paved, concrete, corrupted world. Excited and sad, at the same time, to head home, or to what you’ve been told is your home. Wondering if you will ever return to see and feel Africa in your marrow again.