a boy finding the baby impala in the bush

A Boys Silent Discovery

The boy knew the farm by foot and smell. Mornings he walked sandy tracks, greeting zebra and antelope like old friends. Hannes moved with quiet confidence boots soft, hands steady, the light-footedness earned by seasons of waiting and watching.

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PUSHING THE 458’S LIMITS

Ever since I was a kid I wanted one of those proper big-bore rifles. Not the popular 375, everyone and their aunt seemed to have one, but something rarer: a 416 Rigby. That was the dream calibre, the one you whispered about in the hunting hut.

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