Dear <<First Name>>
It is almost two years to the day that I hunted my last animal, a Lord Derby’s eland in Cameroon. Along with me admitting that, in my 70th year, this would be my last hunt, I made a few other admissions, namely, that:
- I would sell all my firearms.
- I would resign my hunting association memberships.
- I would stop writing for hunting magazines.
- I would stop writing/editing/publishing hunting books.
- I would close my websites after two years and pulp whatever books of mine that remained unsold.
So, how has it been? Honestly? I confess I have not missed hunting as much as I feared. I still enjoy listening to my friends discuss their hunts and hunting plans, the situation on their game ranches - for those that have them – and looking at their photos. Every now and then it is true that I experience something akin to a man who has lost a limb who and sometimes feels as if is still there. Or like a confirmed smoker who gave up years ago and catches a whiff of cigarette smoke and has a sudden, powerful yen for a puff but knows he dare not.
And then I still read whatever comes my way about hunting and its inseparable partner, conservation, although I have reduced the number of hunting magazines to which I subscribe to three. In fact, it is the conservation of the wonderful wildlife and wildlife habitat on this continent that these day fascinates me, on the one hand, and concerns me most, on the other hand, and dictates many of my interests. Not quite the “penitent butcher” which retired hunters of yesteryear were accused of being, as conservation has been a passion of mine for many years, in fact ever since I understood the vital role that hunting played in its foundation and support.
Yes, it was a bit of a wrench to sell my firearms, especially my .375, which my good friend, Derek Carstens, christened, Bertha, all those years ago. It was a fabulous workhorse and served me flawlessly over nearly 40 years and could still shoot a 1 ½ inch group at 100 metres when I sold it. Having said that, another good friend, Eben Espach, bought it and has said that, if ever I want to use it, I have only to say the word. Even so, it was the one firearm I was tempted to keep.
I resigned my membership of all my South African hunting associations but still remain a life member of DSC and SCI.
As regards not writing for hunting magazines, I did make an exception and said that, if they asked, I would continue to write for those editors for whom I had written for many years. Amazingly, a couple have asked and I have written two articles on giraffe – the new favourite of the animal rightists – for Neels Geldenhuys, the publisher and editor of African Outfitter, which I have long felt was the finest hunting magazine in Africa. Gerhard Damm, the co-editor along with Derek Carstens of Conservation Frontlines, a brand new conservation/hunting magazine, also asked me to write an article asking and answering the question, “When Is It Time to Stop?” I think the article will appear in their May/June issue. If you are interested in when you could/should/might want to stop hunting, the ezine is free. You only need to log onto their website and subscribe.
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