Congratulations! Hans Vermaak wins the BASIE MAARTENS Professional Hunter of the Year Award at the annual CPHC (Custodians of Professional Hunting & Conservation) AGM in November 2019. This award, presented by Craig Maartens, recognizes a Professional Hunter or Outfitter acting as a PH in the trophy hunting profession for his exemplary ethics, trophy quality, personal conduct and dedication to his profession, over-all hunting skills, any act of bravery and comradeship exhibited to clients and fellow Professional Hunters and Outfitters. Hans is certainly a most worthy recipient!
CVS JUMPS FOR RHINO
Dear friends,
Swapping their safari gear for something a lot more colourful, PH Clive Curtis and tracker Jack took part in an exhillirating parachute jump over Zululand in support of Project Rhino!
Skydive for Rhinos is a fundraising initiative of Project Rhino that started in 2012 and has become a wonderful conservation awareness campaign to stop wildlife crime and to save our Rhinos. This year the Skydive for Rhinos came to Zululand, home to the heart of KwaZulu-Natal’s White and Black Rhino populations. 96 Passionate wildlife enthusiasts jumped out of a plane over Hluhluwe Airstrip from Wednesday 21 to Saturday 24 August! The campaign aimed to increase awareness about the Rhino poaching crisis in our country and raise funds for urgently needed anti-poaching initiatives and equipment. With 316 rhinos killed by poachers this year alone, the situation is critical and Project Rhino has committed that 100% of all funds raised will go towards Rhino protection. The initiative raised over R500,000! Funds will be put towards the Anti-Poaching Horse Unit, K9 Unit, Aerial Patrol Unit and Ranger training and more.
CVS made a contribution towards the cause and we would like to acknowledge and thank Roger and Steve & Shelly who sponsored Clive and Jack’s jumps.
Well done Clive and Jack! Truly a brave and most noteworthy accomplishment – particularly for Jack who had never even been in a plane let alone jumped out of one! CVS is very proud of you both!
Click on the following links Clive Jumps for Rhinos & Jack Jumps for Rhinos to view the fantastic video clips of each of their jumps!
Please contact the CVS office should you wish to know more about how you can help fight the battle agains Rhino poaching.
THE BUFFALO THAT BEAT US!
BY HANS VERMAAK
Trey and his family arrived in the Kalahari for their first safari in Africa in June 2018. Clive and I were booked as the PHs and we were anxious to get cracking with the hunt. Trey was after Buffalo and his children had a variety of plains game on the menu. Buffalo hunting is addictive, and I doubt there is a PH in Africa who doesn’t get excited at the prospect of pursuing this formidable beast.
My favourite destination to hunt Cape Buffalo in South Africa is our Kalahari Concession for a variety of reasons. Firstly, the area is huge, the Buffalo are wild and live a totally natural existence amongst lions and other predators and the bull groups that we pursue are alert and totally cunning! Bulls come and go from the breeding herds and frequently form bachelor groups ranging from 2 to 15 animals. Sometimes we encounter ancient bulls, known as “dagga boys” (which means mud boys because they love to wallow and they’re frequently caked in hard dried mud) that live secretive lives way below the radar, they’re often alone or they may have a buddy or two in tow for company.
We prefer to pursue bull groups because this is where the older bulls are, away from the hustle and bustle and chaos of the breeding herds. The Kalahari Concession always provides our clients with a challenging and rewarding Buffalo hunt but this time the Buffalo were at the top of their game. We didn’t know it on day one, but we were going to have our work cut out for us and the marathon was just about to begin.
To go into detail about the events that took place each day would make this story too long, so I’ve decided to touch on some of the highlights which took place over the next six days. Early on the first morning we saw four Buffalo bulls off in the distance. My Leica 10x40s quickly revealed that one of the bulls was a thumper of a trophy – wide with deep curls and a heavy boss to boot. I motioned to Trey that it was time to get going. We had perfect cover, the breeze was in our faces, and the Buffalo had sauntered off relaxed and undisturbed. What could go wrong?
Soon we arrived at the location where we had last seen the Buffalo. Their tracks indicated that they were grazing in a north-easterly direction. We got into line and onto the spoor with my tracker Robbie in the lead. The dung was still steaming hot and the large dinner plate sized tracks were as clear as could be in the soft, sparsely covered sand. Everything was perfect and I was already picturing the stunning photo we were going to get in the soft morning light.
Soon we caught sight of the bulls, the top of their backs moving slowly through the brush as they grazed, heads down, totally unaware of our presence. We were closing in when suddenly the back of my neck felt cool as the breeze changed direction. Ahead of us the bulls exploded into a full-blown gallop. We could here them crashing through the brush, totally ignoring bushes that we would have to circle around! The heavy pounding of their hooves raised a cloud of dust as they tore away from the terrifying human scent the wind had taken to them. In a flash they were out of sight and the dust trail they left drifted away in the breeze. The strong fresh scent of Buffalo was all around us, but I knew that after their swift and determined departure they were going to put some serious distance between us. As we started off on the tracks the breeze returned to normal, coming straight out of the north-east into our faces. We were back in business.
The tracks headed north towards a waterhole near our camp and I was certain that we would soon catch up with our quarry. After a few hours we passed the waterhole near camp and to my dismay they hadn’t stopped to quench their thirst despite the temperature rising. We tracked the bulls for the rest of the day, bumping into them on two more occasions, each time the wind deceiving us just as we were closing in. Crazy how the Buffalo would buttonhook allowing us to walk directly into the wind, and would blow us out. Notwithstanding the ever changing winds, the weather was perfection!
At sunset we enjoyed an ice-cold beer and headed back to camp where a warm campfire greeted us along with exciting stories of successful hunts from Trey’s son & daughter.
The next 5 days played out with us trailing the same Buffalo all day from dawn till dusk, stopping briefly in the shade of tree on some days for a quick bite of lunch. We set our sights on the four Buffalo we followed on the first morning. The more they eluded us the more determined we became to succeed. The wind, or lack of it, played into the Buffalo’s hands every day. The miles and miles we covered in huge blocks with no reference points or roads resulted in us putting my GPS to full use daily.
My wife Sarah came along on the safari and became the driver because I eventually had all the trackers in the field with me. It is a miracle how Sarah was able to follow my instructions and find us far from where we had left them at the end of each day. The Kalahari normally has a steady breeze but during Trey’s safari it barely existed at all. Each day the breeze would seesaw back and forth making an already challenging task virtually impossible. In the early mornings the breeze held steadier but because the Buffalo knew they were being pursued they started covering longer distances resulting in us getting nearer to them late in the day when the already testy wind became even more unpredictable. We soldiered on, thriving on the thrill of the hunt and the chase and the beautiful challenge that lay before us.
Soon we were able to tell when this group of bulls was preparing to lie up. They would be walking into the wind to the north (miles ahead of us) and their tracks would start circling to the west and then turn sharply to the south and then the east. In other words, they would circle around and land up bedding down behind us as we followed their tracks. The first few times they caught us hands down but it didn’t take us long to spot the signs and counter their clever trick. As soon as we realized they were circling and searching for deep shade we would leave the tracks, cut back and try to estimate where they would be bedded down.
We managed to get right onto them several times (literally 25 yards and on one occasion even closer) as they slept spread out, all facing different directions. The first problem we had was identifying the bull we wanted in the thick black thorn, the second problem was finding a clear shooting lane. The most notable challenge of all was the unpredictability of the breeze, which constantly gave us away, resulting in sleeping Buffalo becoming racehorses in a split second. It’s incredible to watch a Buffalo, which is dead to the world, go from zero to a hundred in a flash. The speed and agility of this animal is astounding to put it lightly. They are not graceful beasts but they’re certainly not lumbering chunks of hide and horn. Buffalo are fleet of foot and must not be underestimated.
With one day left on the safari Trey called it quits on the Buffalo so that he could spend some time with his fabulous wife who had accompanied us on some of the tracking marathons but had spent a lot of time waiting for us for hours on end in the truck. Trey also wanted to hunt a few plains game species and take in some scenery from the vehicle because all we had done for 5 days was walk. Trey hunted hard, we covered 48 miles spending entire days on our feet, sometimes crawling or being hunched over. Our trackers Sipho and Robbie tracked like magicians and we persevered for days on end. It was fantastic!
We saw amazing sights; we walked into White and Black Rhino at very close quarters in extremely thick cover. We enjoyed the solitude of being alone in the wild, far from hunting tracks, with Buffalo just ahead of us. On occasions we walked right up to Gemsbok, Wildebeest, Warthog and other species, spooking them when they spotted us at very close range. During the safari when we did drive from A to B we enjoyed wonderful sightings of Lion, Cheetah, Rhino and other game.
The safari came to a grand end. On the last day, we shot a Sable at 9:00am, followed by a Kudu at 11:30am and then a Gemsbok at 5:35pm. We had no time for multiple shots or wounding, we had to “put ‘em” on the ground.
Our final evening was warmer, beautiful in every way as the sun began to close on the horizon. We road home on the back of the land cruiser sipping chilled white wine whilst we savoured the soft glow of the sun as it slowly melted away.
Every evening after our failed Buffalo hunts I would say the following to Trey “the best thing about not getting a Buffalo is waking up in the morning knowing that you’re Buffalo hunting again”. This statement rang very true because Trey returned home and immediately booked a Buffalo hunt with us for May 2019……… but this is a story for another day.
My Father always told me that “you do not have to have killed to have hunted”. How true this is!
YOU’RE HOME, YOU’RE AMONG FRIENDS AND DANGER AWAITS – a hunt in the Kalahari
Early 2017 proved a pivotal point in my hunting career. I was part of something I’d previously thought unimaginable, to the point that a considered response to the question, “How would you like to do a white rhino hunt—a proper walk and stalk with your Double, on the largest concession in South Africa?” had never entered my thought process. Surprisingly I didn’t laugh, choke, or chortle, but asked the standard questions for which Clive was prepared. “And Oh, could I have an answer within 24 hours?” Yes, it would be expensive, but backed 1000% by my beautiful wife, within a day Michelle and I and our dear friend, Laura, were making plans for the Magical Kalahari.
Magical falls tremendously short of a fitting description, yet the English language offers none better to describe this place that feels so foreign yet so inviting and so at home to the wandering hunter. The game, the grounds, the hospitality, the smell and taste, and the feeling in your gut that tells you you’re home, you’re among friends, and danger awaits was a recipe that created a sense of relaxed urgency unrivaled in my travels to date.
We met old friends for the very first time the moment Kathy and Russell greeted us upon our arrival. Life for the next ten days was splendid due wholly to their untiring effort and devotion directed at keeping their house guests cozy and comfortable — and what a job they accomplished! I like to think us Southerners easy anyway, but Kathy gives new meaning to the word charm.
Day One on the truck opened an entirely new world of opportunity to me as our trackers, Patches and Muzi, led us on track after track bringing us to within range of the Double on not one or two, but three different White Rhinos. As is hunting, opportunity doesn’t always bring an end to your hunt and we headed back for the fire full of spent energy and high expectations.
The following day proved more of the same: opportunities, close encounters, countless miles covered both on the truck and on foot. Rhinos, huge prehistoric-like creatures can appear and disappear at will leaving nothing but a faint depression in the sand where only a moment ago they stood. At times I could easily track them, more times than not I would have easily been lost. Patches, the all-seeing, all-sensing tracker extraordinaire, misses not a single turned grain of sand. I have witnessed trackers that would awe even the staunchest nonbeliever and I place Patches in a class alone.
As the suns continued to set with no shot fired, the morning truck rides grew ever quieter with determination — day six nearly silent, but the hush was broken just before noon as the report of my Double echoed resoundingly through the scrub relaying to Michelle and Laura that our quest was complete. Removing our Courtneys and covering the last 30 yards in stockinged feet, Clive and I communicated via hand signals only. As previously determined, a tap on my shoulder would mean we were on a glorious old male past his breeding prime and the decision to squeeze the trigger would rest solely with me.
Aim points and angles had been discussed each night at the fire. With the Rhino standing broadside at fifteen yards, the 500 grain solid drove deeply into the massive bull two inches above the fold on the right shoulder. As if by script the enormous head dropped and the ancient warrior bounded. By instinct alone the barrels swung left to right like those of a .28 gauge following a rising covey. In slow motion the ivory bead, on an almost horizontal arc, went from shoulder through massive neck, passed the ear and there, just before following all the way through the gargantuan head, lead the bullet to the precise spot. Intensely focused, peripherals a blur, the second 500 grain solid from my .470 NE found the brain and the previously unimaginable had happened one and a half lengths from where he pushed off.
I watched as he skidded to a stop chin first in the shaded orange grains of the Kalahari. In an instant, the rush and commotion, explosion of adrenalin, and flight and report were wiped away, replaced by revere and relevance, awe and introspect. Seconds ticked by, then minutes. Hugs, handshakes and back slaps, though heartfelt, seemed small in the weight of reality. Only after we sat and knelt in the sand with him for a while, expressing our appreciation for his life and his being to near exhaustion did the moment come back into full focus. To say I am changed would be to say the Kalahari is vast.
Our safari, far from over, continued with such an air of relaxation and playfulness that I almost felt as if we had embarked on an entirely different journey. A tented spike camp, several extraordinary plains game, and Michelle’s first ever African trophy—a great Red Hartebeest—along with Lion, Hyena and Cheetah sightings helped to round out our monumental experience. My only wish is the ability to impart the emotion in even greater detail.
Scruff, Clive and all the crew, from me to you, thank you, thank you, thank you.
Brooks
Outstanding Nyala & Bushbuck Areas
Dear Friends
We have the very best hunting areas in SA for the elusive Nyala and its mysterious cousin, the Cape Bushbuck. The Nyala occurs naturally in the southern and eastern regions of Southern Africa, in Mozambique, Malawi, Zimbabwe and South Africa. The most prolific populations by far are found in South Africa, primarily in the eastern regions of Kwa Zulu Natal province. Nyala have been introduced to a number of regions in South Africa, Namibia and Botswana which is not their natural habitat, thus the quality of the animals and the hunting experience is not what it should be. The word Nyala is a Zulu term for “the sly or shifty one”, which is perfectly fitting to this species, especially with regard to big old bulls which normally live solitary lives until they encounter a cow ready to breed. Nyala are striking animals at a glance, however upon closer inspection their beauty is astounding which is why many hunters opt to have their prized animal full mounted. The Nyala is part of the prized spiral horned family, which includes Kudu, Bongo, Sitatunga, eland and bushbuck. This year and in previous years we have taken some truly spectacular Nyala in our premier Kwa Zulu Natal areas.
Kwa Zulu Natal is also home to exceptional Cape Bushbuck. We hunt this extremely shy and cunning spiral horn antelope in the Umkomaas Valley and in the Natal Midlands where we have excellent hunting very close to our office HQ. The bushbuck is well known for its aggressiveness, and many hounds like Jack Russell’s and Fox Terriers have suffered the wrath of a wounded Bushbuck with fatal consequences. The Cape Bushbuck is especially wary and secretive, taking one slow step at a time, sometimes standing dead still for painstakingly long periods. Bagging a Cape Bushbuck is definitely an awesome accomplishment and the trackers excitement is testament to this. The SCI record book still has many CVS entries in the top 20 listings.
Our Kwa Zulu Natal areas offer a wide variety of species in addition to Bushbuck and Nyala. Around the CVS HQ (my home) we hunt Vaal Rhebok, Mountain and Common Reedbuck, Waterbuck, Bushpig, Nyala, excellent Bushbuck, Gray Duiker, Black Wildebeest, Blesbok and a variety of other species. The Umkomaas valley is a Nyala and Bushbuck paradise along with Kudu, Hartebeest, Springbok, Waterbuck and many more species. Our Zululand area on the East Coast is phenomenal for Nyala hunting and this is also where we hunt for the rare pygmy species – Red Duiker and Livingstone’s Suni. Zululand is also where we have taken some of our very biggest Leopard, excellent Common reedbuck, Bushpig, Warthog, Spotted Hyena, Crocodile, Hippo, Zebra, Wildebeest, Giraffe, Kudu and other species.
Please don’t hestitate to contact us regarding the awesome safari options in Kwa Zulu Natal. We will be at DSC – booth number 3212. Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and a prosperous New year.
Wishing you all happy hunting.
With best personal regards,
Hans Vermaak and the CVS Team
New Professional Hunting Association is formed!
Dear friends,
Concerned professional hunters who rejected the hunting of Captive Bred predators and the recent constitution adopted by PHASA, met today (6 December 2017) in Johannesburg and founded a new professional hunting association to be known as
“Custodians of Professional Hunting and Conservation South Africa”
Our mission statement:
- To promote ethical and responsible professional hunting
- To demonstrate and enhance conservation and ecologically sustainable development through the responsible use of natural resources in order to ensure that South Africa’s biodiversity and conservation heritage is protected for the benefit of present and future generations
- To enhance and promote professional hunting’s contribution to the livelihoods and socio-economic development of all South Africans.
A new constitution was agreed upon and will be released shortly. Membership applications and relevant details will be made public in due course.
A committee was duly elected:
Chairman: Stewart Dorrington
Committee Members: Johan van den Berg, Paul Stones, Hans Vermaak, Matthew Greeff, Howard Knott, Mark de Wet, Hermann Meyeridricks.
The launch of “Custodians of Professional Hunting and Conservation South Africa” (CPHCSA) breathes new life into professional hunting and conservation in South Africa.
With best personal regards,
Hans and the CVS Team
How Capitalism Is Saving And Expanding Africa’s Wildlife Populations – By Frank Miniter
Frank Miniter, Contributor to http://www.forbes.com
Frank Miniter is a bestselling author and a freelance journalist who concentrates on man’s struggle to keep the state in balance with the American dream. His latest book is Saving the Bill of Rights. He is also the author of The Ultimate Man’s Survival Guide. Frank’s website is www.frankminiter.com.
The sky was blue and the savannah red beneath sunburned grass and stubby trees stretching to the horizon. We saw baboons and ostrich feeding near the paved road outside Kimberly, South Africa. When we turned off the pavement onto a sand road leading into the Rooipoort Nature Reserve, a 100,000-acre private property founded in 1893, we spotted impala, wildebeest and blesbok in the grass between the trees. In the distance we noticed rocky ridges that reminded me of West Texas. Beyond them was the Vaal River.
This was our first stop on a trip that took us across southern Africa in search of the best way, politically incorrect or not, to preserve and enhance the continent’s storied wildlife. At each stop we met people Ernest Hemingway once lionized. They welcomed us into their slices of Africa and showed us how they’re using the market economy to restore and manage wildlife populations. The trick, they explained, is giving wild game a commercial value. Making wildlife into a cash crop gives local peoples an economic incentive to have robust wildlife populations. Otherwise locals only see lions, zebra, kudu … as meat to be snared, as competition for grazing goats and cattle, or as predators that might eat their livestock.
When we left the pavement we passed the “Shooting Box,” a house Cecil Rhodes had dragged on ox carts some 500 miles from Cape Town after it was shipped as a kit from England. Rhodes had it pulled to this rural area because this is where the game was still abundant at the very end of the nineteenth century. Hearing this, modern observers might entertain a cynical conclusion. They might imagine Rhodes, the founder of the diamond company De Beers and the Rhodes Scholarship, knocking over antelope with his rifle for sport and decide that’s an appalling image.
The thing is, because Rhodes wanted to hunt these animals, his property protected and saved then-disappearing species. According to De Beers, this property is now administered with a “progressive conservation philosophy [that] aims to demonstrate that wildlife has more than just an aesthetic value.” What they’re referring to is the fact that Rooipoort has been the largest private supplier of wildlife to reserves in southern Africa. The red hartebeest and black wildebeest, to name two species, were virtually extinct elsewhere in southern Africa in the mid-twentieth century. By trapping and transferring animals from this property—herds protected by the selfish self-interest of hunters—areas around southern Africa were able to begin new herds.
So as we drove down the red-dirt road through a forest of acacia and other trees and knee-deep grass we all smiled as impala casually strolled across the road in front. We sighted black wildebeest running between the short trees, their hooves raising dust into the late-morning sun. We spotted red hartebeest with their goat-like heads up to watch us pass. We saw the raised tails of warthogs as they ran away into the bush.
Ben Carter, president of Dallas Safari Club (DSC), was excited as he named the species. He’d invited Andrew McKean, the editor of Outdoor Life, and me along to witness what hunting can do for wildlife. He wanted to show us how DSC’s grants and its members’ money benefit conservation in Africa. Okay, I’m not a tough sell on this topic. I’ve travelled all over the U.S. on assignments for magazines to see what affect hunters and fishermen have on wildlife and conservation. I ended up so impressed I wrote a book about what I found called The Politically Incorrect Guide to Hunting. But though I found that hunters and anglers can benefit game in a modern country with game laws set by biologists and game wardens to enforce them, I had concerns about whether hunting can help wildlife in the remote areas of Africa.
When we arrived at camp—a collection of thatched-roofed buildings that seem to have grown naturally out of the bush—the two professional hunters (PH) we’d spend the next few days with were excited to show us what capitalism has been doing for wildlife.
The head PH was Hans “Scruffy” Vermaak. He got his nickname when he was a child. His father was a PH — credited as one of the first in this region. Scruffy says, “I was always with the Zulu boys and was awful scruffy looking when I came back from tracking game or who knows what. I could speak Zulu before English or Afrikaans.” The other PH was Mphaleni “Patches,” a Zulu who earned his nickname when he was a tracker. The story goes that some American, after days of watching him track, said, “You move like an Apache.” Not knowing what an Apache is and English not being his first language, he thought he’d been nicknamed “Patches” and so he was.
I should pause a moment to explain that, for those who don’t know, “PH” isn’t an honorary title in Africa. To become a PH means you have to pass a rigorous course on wildlife, hunting, guns and more. You also have to apprentice and, if you want to hunt dangerous game, to attain a certain amount of experience with animals that can kill you before you can be licensed to guide for lion, Cape buffalo, hippo and so on. The steps to becoming a PH vary by country, but clearing the hurdles requires a love for the wild—by “the wild” I mean the wildlife and the environment.
Scruffy is what was once called a “white hunter.” But that term is dead and the Hollywood image of the uncaring trophy hunter trying to conquer every manner of wild beast is defunct. Scruffy is president of the Professional Hunters Association of South Africa (PHASA), a group that uses hunting to manage and enhance wildlife populations. Scruffy is a modern iteration of the old and mythologized macho mold of the PH. He reveres the game he hunts and is friends with the Zulu and others he works with. He encouraged Patches to become a PH. He says it’s important for black hunters, such as Patches, to also become PHs.
That afternoon I went with Patches to hunt gemsbok. I asked him how difficult it was to pass all the tests to become a PH. “The English was hard, but the hunting and wildlife skills were things I knew,” he said. He had trouble learning to take written exams, but Scruffy hired a tutor and Patches learned and passed the tests.
I followed him into the bush after he spotted two large gemsbok feeding far ahead. We circled to keep our scent from their noses and slipped passed a herd of little white-and-tan springbok in the soft light of a late afternoon. We stalked so close we could see the gemsbok straight, long horns standing above brush 50 feet away, but it was too thick for a clean shot.
That evening my worry about whether hunters can continue to benefit wildlife in southern Africa was given a good thrashing as we had drinks around a campfire. Scruffy regaled us with stories about lions and elephants by firelight. He told us about a lion that tried to kill him in the back of a Land Cruiser and how he shot the cat point-blank. Then he paused a moment before adding, “God I love lions.”
Next he said, “People are worried about the African lion and I am too. But right here is an example of how giving wild game a real value can save them. You’ll see kudu, giraffe, zebra, springbok and a lot more on this property. Leopard are even making a comeback here. All this game has been in good numbers for generations because hunters protected them and kept the land wild. Later, when other ranchers realized wildlife is a commodity worth having, the game here helped restore their lost populations.”
I hunted zebra the following day with Scruffy and, as we drove to where he thought we’d find zebra, he said, “Without hunting all this game would disappear. Kenya banned hunting and saw its herds poached to remnants of what they were. Where there is hunting there is an army of people watching over the game, as it’s in their interest to do so. A PH hires locals from villages and works with them to protect wildlife. Locals do this because they can make a good living at it and because the meat from killed game mostly goes to them. Photo safaris can’t accomplish that in much of Africa.”
As he spoke I thought that if Adam Smith had known a damn thing about wildlife he could have written a whole chapter in that wordy book of his about how wild animals with a real commercial value are apt to be bred and spread over the land. When people realize it’s in their own self-interest to do so it’s much more likely to happen—altruism isn’t as trustworthy a friend as self-interest.
We stopped talking when, far off in the bush, we saw zebra stripes. We began a long, stalk together on a herd of zebra under a high hot sun. We crawled through yellow grass and used brush for cover to get close and be sure we found the old stallion in the herd. After a long time I shot and the zebra was down.
As a truck with skinners who would butcher the meat (some for us but most for surrounding peoples) approached Scruffy said, “You killed the old stallion from the herd. That’s as it should be. What hunters kill doesn’t deplete these managed populations. Hunters want the trophies and the experience of killing their own meat. They kill a very small percentage of the game. But because they’re willing to spend a lot for this experience this wildlife exists in plenty. Ranchers have figured out that wild game—kudu, springbuck, zebra, eland and all the rest—are worth more than cattle or goats.”
The skinning truck pulled up and men climbed out. Scruffy pointed at them and said, “I hire trackers, skinners, camp help and a lot more. My economic imprint is a lot bigger than someone running a photo safari business. And my trackers know right away when a poacher has entered the property. Hell, they might be able to indentify the bloke by his footprints. This knowledge helps us put a stop to poaching. Hunting is the greatest conservation tool. And not just for plains game, but for elephant and lion.”
Later that day, on the way out of the De Beers property, we stopped by an ancient waterhole to see Bushmen rock carvings. Long ago they chiseled images of rhino, blesbok, elephant, zebra and the rest of the many animals into flat rocks as they waited for game to come to the waterhole. They didn’t, however, carve themselves or their bows and arrows. I found this to be a deep expression of their love for the game. Hunters have always been here and have always cherished the wildlife. We were natural. We were part of the natural process and nature benefits when we understand our role and embrace that responsibility.
Next we were flying to Namibia where we would feed a village, but I’ll tell that moving story next time.
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REALITY CHECK – by Hans Vermaak
2015 was a roller coaster ride for the global hunting community. Cecil the lion has changed the landscape of hunting, especially in Africa. It is astounding to me how one 13 year old Lion and a Dentist attracted such phenomenal international attention for approximately a two week period, making headlines day after day on CNN and other major news outlets. Cecil, now the most famous Lion on earth, adorned the front pages of newspapers in every corner of the earth and was the main topic of conversation on social media. The public outcry over Cecil resulted in Delta airlines (and 46 others) placing a total ban on transporting legally hunted Leopard, Cape Buffalo, Rhino, Elephant and last but not least Lion – all the iconic species. Luckily other airlines saw a business opportunity and have started carrying trophies.
The frightening power of the court of public opinion, (albeit uninformed opinion) has placed immense pressure on our hunting heritage and has created a frenzied and irrational hate for all forms of hunting, especially “trophy hunting!” Social media has been expertly used by the Animal Activist groups to spread their propaganda and misinformation to the uninformed masses, encouraging them to despise us and what we do. The uninformed public, primarily from the urbanized world, have been led to believe that legal, sustainable hunting is detrimental to wildlife all over Africa. AR groups used Cecil to acquire more donations and muster up more support for their campaigns that are opposed to hunting. A friend of mine Pete Ryan who is a well-known author and “outdoor” writer summed up the Cecil phenomenon on social media by saying, “never before in History have so many people written so much about something they know nothing about!” How true this is.
During the Cecil phenomenon there was no public outcry over the 6 or so Lionesses that were poisoned in Tanzania after they killed a domestic animal. No outcry for the 3 or more Rhino being poached daily in South Africa. No mention was made of hundreds of Vultures which have been poisoned for their perceived medicinal value and because they attract attention to poached animals lying dead on the ground. No public outcry over Elephants been poached in Tanzania or the ones poisoned in Zimbabwe. Just these few examples are far more damaging to Mother Africa’s wildlife than the shooting of one 13 year old Lion, yet the global hunting community came under attack like it never has before, and 99% of us are the good guys when it comes to protecting wildlife.
I am not condoning or condemning what transpired with “Cecil” (whom most Zimbabweans had never heard of before) because all the facts of the event have not come to light yet, however it’s clear that Palmer wasn’t at fault here, other than he didn’t shoot straight. It has been revealed that Cecil was not lured out of the park as was claimed by a number of AR groups. The real story is that an Elephant had died of natural causes inside the boundaries of a designated hunting area and this had drawn to it a number of predators and scavengers including old Cecil. It is regrettable that Cecil was collared and that he was a subject of Lion research, however based on his ripe age of 13, he was actually the perfect Lion to hunt. Most male Lions living in wild environments where Lion populations are healthy rarely make it to 13 years of age. It would have been damaging to Lion conservation had a 3-6 year old lion been hunted.
The Black Rhino that Corey Knowlton hunted in Namibia was a perfect example of sustainable hunting benefiting and funding Rhino conservation. It was a pre identified old bull that was not contributing to the growth of Rhino populations. In fact the bull was hampering this. He was removed from the system for a hefty sum of money that was all poured pack into Rhino conservation in Namibia. I believe that there were also some added benefits to local communities. We hunted a Black Rhino in a park in South Africa a few years ago. The Parks management had been monitoring a specific Rhino closely for about 8 years. They noticed that the old bull held a large territory and covered females regularly, without any offspring being born. They watched him being challenged by younger bulls, which he successfully defeated each time, thus maintaining his large territory. The birth rate dropped and it stayed that way. They finally decided to have the old bull hunted and within about 18 months three Black Rhino calves were born. The removal of this old animal had resulted in the growth of the Rhino population. This, combined with serious funding derived from the hunt, was a win-win situation for the Park and Black Rhino.
The other reality of the Cecil matter is that if it wasn’t for hunting areas on the boundary of Hwange National Park (where Cecil roamed) the park’s integrity would be compromised, just like what is happening in many of Kenya’s parks where human encroachment and domestic stock are overrunning the protected areas. My point is that if it wasn’t for hunting areas around Hwange national Park (and many other parts of Africa), which keep people and livestock out, Hwange would more than likely be suffering the same challenges that many of Kenya’s parks face. Domestic livestock is the greatest threat to large predators because when predators kill cows or goats, the rural communities will poison the carcass, killing entire lion prides quite regularly. Impoverished communities need to value wildlife more than domestic livestock. Kenya banned all hunting in 1977 and since then has also lost over 80% of its wildlife and yet despite this disastrous result, animal activists still use Kenya as their shining example of how wildlife should be managed in Africa!
Botswana’s recent hunting ban has forsaken impoverished communities who relied heavily on sustainable regulated hunting for their livelihoods and a myriad of other benefits. These communities primarily live in remote regions, which are not suited to eco or photo tourism. Botswana’s President Ian Khama and his henchmen promised communities that photo safaris would replace the hunting camps and for obvious reasons this has not happened. In many parts of Botswana poaching is on the rise for ivory and what is most concerning is the commercial bush meat trade, which is devastating to wildlife populations! The Botswana military is suddenly involved in anti-poaching on a large scale. This was never the case before hunting was banned. There is no doubt that Botswana’s decision to stop hunting was not based on scientific evidence, but rather emotive arguments opposed to hunting driven by animal activists.
Only a very small percentage of Africa is suited to photo safaris, where the landscape must offer stunning beauty and non-stop sightings of wildlife – especially the iconic Big 5! Only in such areas will photo operations be able to justify charging top dollar in order to ensure that the venture is profitable enough for the investors so that they can also provide tangible benefits to communities as well as proper management of the land and anti-poaching projects. I assure you that most investors don’t get into photo tourism to save wildlife, they do it for the profitability of the venture and they probably also enjoy the great outdoors. It is the success of their business enterprise that helps to ensure a safe haven for wildlife. Hunters are no different, except we harvest animals and we achieve the same result. The majority of Africa does not fit the “photo safari” profile, which is where common sense tells me that sustainable hunting is the best land use for huge tracts of Africa. I cannot imagine trying to sell a photo safari at $1000 per person per day in Ngamiland in Northern Botswana, where 15 foot tall Mopani trees cover almost an entire 300 000 acres, where visibility is 30 yards and game sightings are few and far between despite healthy populations. Hunters will happily pay handsomely to pursue Buffalo, Leopard, Elephant and other species in a place like this. We thrive on the remoteness, we thrive on the challenge of tracking game on foot. A photo tourist would simply not get their monies worth and the enterprise would fail very quickly. Botswana has made a big mistake and vast areas are now unattended, free-for-all zones where poachers are able to do as they please because the hunters aren’t there anymore.
These days people who are vehemently opposed to hunting mostly come from the urbanized world, notably the western world, where they are far removed from the realities and challenges of Africa. The perception of Africa for many of these folks is what is beautifully depicted on National Geographic and Discovery Channel. You and I both know that the perception they carry in their minds eye is far removed from the real Africa where I live. The vast majority of Africa is overpopulated; there is famine, disease and poaching on a scale that we can’t begin to comprehend. Habitat is threatened by human encroachment, which comes with domesticated livestock which in turn competes directly with wildlife. In places where impoverished people derive no benefit at all from wildlife, their livestock is their priority and that spells doom for wildlife – especially large predators as I have already explained. For many people living in the urbanized world, meat miraculously appears on refrigerated shelves, garnished with pretty leaves, where music plays softly in the background while they select their next steak. Few people give that lazy aged steak a second thought when they load up their cart, and most alarmingly few people consider that a beast died in order for that steak to end up in a supermarket in the first place. I don’t have a problem with people who don’t hunt. I don’t have a problem with vegans. I DO however have a problem when hypocrites or vegans, animal activists or anti-hunters tell me how to live my life, tell me I am a potential mass murderer (of humans & wildlife) because I hunt, insult my integrity and tell me that I am the cause of the decline in Africa’s wildlife. I know that they have it all wrong and it is their ignorance along with their arrogance which offends me the most.
The people opposed to hunting believe that the simple solution to protecting Africa’s wildlife is photo tourism. I have already explained why this won’t work. Thousands of hunters support the photo tourism industry every single year here in Africa and abroad. Hunters visit the Ngorongoro Crater, the Masi Mara, the Kruger National Park, Mala Mala, Londolzi and hundreds of other destinations every year across Africa, before or after their hunting safaris. Hunters are all for photo safaris, we believe in them, we partake in them and we enjoy them, yet many photo safari operators condemn hunting at every opportunity they get. I often wonder if this is for the sake of gathering more public support, fame, donations and political correctness. The other problem is simple, many travel agents will not send clients to destinations where hunting takes place, even if the reserves management plan clearly explains why sustainable hunting is beneficial to the reserve. I am familiar with a number of reserves which have stopped hunting because of the pressure they received from foreign travel agents! As a result these reserves are not as well funded as they were previously and the lodge owners are now having to fork out much more funding each year which has negatively affected the profitability of their ventures. This in turn results in less money to invest in anti-poaching, community benefits and so on, and the sound management of the reserve has been compromised. This problem was caused by people living 10 000 miles away, far removed from the realities of conserving Africa’s wildlife. These travel agents are harming the future of wildlife in many parts of Africa without even knowing it.
People who are blinded by emotion, who believe that hunters are decimating wildlife across the world (especially in Africa), who believe it is morally wrong to kill an animal because it is a sentient being, have all the right intentions to save wildlife, but their one-dimensional approach is one of the greatest threats to wildlife on the planet. Animal rightists and their supporters are PRESERVATIONISTS. This means that wildlife may not be touched or interfered with by humans and most notably, humans may not benefit from it even if it is done so sustainably and responsibly. CONSERVATIONISTS embrace the wise, sustainable and responsible use and management of natural resources, in this case wildlife, without negatively affecting the resource. In fact conservation practices aim to ensure that natural resources such as wildlife are enhanced and protected through sustainable utilization where humans benefit from the resource. Animal Rightists and anti-hunters call themselves Conservationists. They’re actually Preservationists and, over the years, they have hijacked the word conservation. Conservation and Preservation are two different things altogether and we must never be confused by their different meanings.
It’s ironic that despite the false perceptions created by the AR groups, the countries in Africa which have the healthiest wildlife populations all embrace legal and sustainable hunting. I am not saying that the hunting industry is 100% perfect across the board. We do have our challenges and there are aspects in many African countries that can be improved on and there are some bad eggs in the industry, just like there are some bad policemen, bad lawyers and doctors, even bad teachers. The bottom line however is that the vast majority of hunters offer protection to vast and remote tracts of Africa, mostly where photographic safaris are not viable, where logistics are the stuff of nightmares where the land is harsh and inhospitable. There are examples all over Africa where hunting operations benefit thousands of impoverished local communities. There are countless examples of hunting operators spending fortunes on equipping and funding anti-poaching teams. There are also countless examples where hunting operators are aware of the fact that the quotas allocated to their areas by wildlife departments are too high, where of their own accord, despite financial losses, they hunt less than what they are allocated to ensure the long term sustainability of wildlife in their hunting areas. These are points you seldom hear about in the media. Positive news in the media on the value of hunting is generally only seen when a controversial topic results in media attention when hunters have to defend hunting. It should be the other way round. We should be filtering positive news into the media regularly, not just when there is a controversial issue to defend! We need to promote what we do.
Here in South Africa (and other African counties) the facts speak for themselves and I am convinced that people with common sense will grasp the relevance of our country’s wildlife success story, despite the fact that hunting played a pivotal role in the phenomenon that has taken place here over the last 45 years or so. The sustainable utilization of wildlife is the foundation of our success story. Hunting has created a value for wildlife, which in turn has created an automatic incentive to protect it and the space where wildlife lives. Animal activists don’t buy into this. They believe wildlife should not be valued economically but rather aesthetically. Hunters however place as much value on both aspects! The reality of the matter is that if wildlife doesn’t benefit people in order to benefit itself, it is doomed.
In 1953 South Africa was home to a mere 437 Rhino. Today the population is estimated to be approximately 20 000 and we have been hunting Rhino since the late 70s and early 80s. The legal and sustainable hunting industry was the main catalyst in the redistribution of Rhino across South Africa. The late Dr Ian Player, our most famous Conservationist who helped save the Rhino through “Operation Rhino” in 1962, has attested to the crucial role hunting played in conserving South Africa’s Rhino. We are the global headquarters for Rhino today, followed by Namibia. Both countries hunt Rhino. Kenya’s 1977 hunting ban certainly never saved their Rhino because their total population numbers approximately 800 today, half of which were reintroduced to Kenya from South Africa. Ironic isn’t it?
In the late 60’s South Africa’s wildlife population was estimated to be around 1 million head. The hunting industry was born around the same time and today our wildlife population is booming at around 23-25 million head and counting….. This boom has taken place alongside Africa’s largest hunting industry. It is estimated that currently wildlife outnumbers cattle by 1 million head in South Africa. The private sector owns 53 million acres of land which is set aside for wildlife. This is three times more land than all of our state owned parks and reserves combined. We have more Elephant than we currently know what to do with, more Cheetah, more Wild Dogs sanctuaries, more Leopard, more Buffalo, more everything than we had 10, 20 and 50 years ago.
We have Africa’s fastest growing wild Lion population, which is estimated to number 3200. The challenge we face now is finding more space for them. Hunting areas in South Africa have become larger (for example our 240 000 acre Kalahari area which is one continuous block), more conservancies have been formed, fences have come down in many regions and our broad based approach to wildlife management (which includes photo tourism, hunting, meat sales, taxidermy, hide sales, live game capture and sales and much more) has created a market and a value for wildlife. This has resulted in our wildlife success story that is built on wildlife having its own economy. No place in Africa has seen more agricultural land converted to wildlife than South Africa. Conservation without money is just conversation, which is why your hunting heritage and your dollars have played a crucial role in my country’s wildlife success story and we thank you for this.
Animal Activists believe that donations (as reluctant as they are to spend their money) and handouts will save Africa’s wildlife. Ask yourself how sustainable donations are, is that money guaranteed forever? In addition we all know how little funding is received by Animal Activist groups in Africa, or anywhere for that matter? What do they actually do in terms of protecting and enhancing conservation areas compared to what they earn annually. The donations they receive primarily fund their lavish lifestyles, salaries, “overheads” etc and so on and very little is ever filtered to where it is perceived to go. We know that their “overheads” deplete the hundreds of millions they receive in donations annually. The future of Africa’s wildlife will not be determined by Animal Activist groups, Foreign NGOs and other organizations. It will be ultimately be determined by Africa’s impoverished people who live side by side with the wildlife. Unless these people benefit tangibly from wildlife, where they have a vested interest in conserving (not preserving) it to the point where they value wildlife more than cattle and goats, will wildlife be here for future generations.
This is where hunting operators are already having a positive impact, (as is the photo industry where its viable) however there are many more opportunities “out there” where this can be applied successfully. It’s a pity that there is friction between hunters and photo safari operators because I believe that together we could have a greater impact in Africa if we could just set our differences aside and focus on the bigger picture, which is the protection of wildlife and wild places, always taking the needs of humans into account. The problem is that many owners of photo operations are also linked to animal activism groups in one way or another, and if they started engaging with hunters they would lose their “credibility” and thus their “donors.” There are some hunters and especially their children who have been affected by the wave of political correctness to not hunt. I say to them that as hunters we need to stand proud because we have nothing to be embarrassed about. There have been practices within the hunting fraternity that have cast a shadow on all of us from time to time, but the majority of our news is good news that needs to be told. We need to fight for everything we that can wholeheartedly promote in terms of sustainable, responsible hunting; and any practices which we cannot promote, less defend, we need to get rid of.
The important role that hunting has played in conservation across the globe cannot be disputed. We need to properly arm ourselves with information in order to promote (not defend) what we do. We need to hunt ethically and responsibly, we have nothing to hide and it is our responsibility to ensure that our children and their children continue our hunting heritage. Hunters are responsible for the creation of most of the world’s protected areas and without regulated controlled and sustainable hunting in Africa our wildlife will be doomed. Animal Activists are the new kids on the block. Hunters were conserving wildlife long before anthropomorphism (when a wild animal is given human characteristics such as emotions and other traits) was born. The global hunting fraternity needs to spearhead a professionally orchestrated drive to educate the uninformed masses who reside predominantly in the urbanized world. We need to tell them the good news story that we have to tell. We cannot afford to sit back and be quiet anymore, knowing we are right because the landscape has changed dramatically. Hunters need to become more proactive.
The media and the animal activists have a lot in common; most notably that they both thrive on emotional news and as a result activists have built solid relationships in the media. We, generally speaking, have not. The activists certainly have the upper hand on us because their propaganda is easy to spill. All they need to do is show a picture of a dead lion with a man next to it and the world goes crazy. Our story cannot be told that simply. We can’t show a picture to achieve the desired result. Our story needs to be explained and backed up with fact. Social media has resulted in people’s attention spans being reduced, they look at pictures and “like” them and seldom take the time to read long write-ups because these fail to give them a quick fix. Showing a picture of a dead animal on social media will generally be met by opposition and fewer “likes” unless your friends aren’t opposed to hunting. I am not saying we must stop posting our hunting pics, but it is our responsibility to ensure that they are tasteful and we need to add a line or two promoting the value of hunting every single time.
A classic example of the value of controlled hunting in South Africa is as follows. A well-known game reserve, which has an open boundary with one of our greatest protected areas generates 70% of its annual operating / management budget from the carefully controlled hunting of around 40 animals per annum. The annual quotas are extremely conservative and hunters abide by a strict hunting protocol. The majority of the species hunted are Buffalo. The same reserve is home to approximately 19 photographic lodges, which together contribute around 10-15% to this reserves budget. Therefore the sustainable hunting of 40 animals is the driving force behind this reserves conservation efforts, almost single-handedly providing for high-tech anti-poaching equipment and teams, security, salaries for qualified staff, vehicles, infrastructure, and the overall management of this pristine ecosystem. This reserve has had the least Rhino poaching incidents in the region and this has been as a result of the phenomenal funding received from sustainable hunting. Our Kalahari concession is first and foremost a conservation area where the funding derived from sustainable hunting is a major contributor to the reserves protection and management and to date it has not lost a single Rhino to poaching. It is also a “safe haven” for Cheetah, endangered Wild Dogs and Black Rhino, which are all afforded strict protection here. How can you argue with this?
There are many more success stories like this from Namibia to Mozambique, from Tanzania to Cape Town.
I am a proud hunter and you should be too.
(20 December 2015)
MEMORIES – by Coenraad Vermaak
I had a vision many years ago. A vision that one day I would be a professional hunter (or “PH” as we are called). I set about this career earnestly in 1968. But as the years rolled by, I started to doubt that “PH” really stood for Professional Hunter. I soon discovered that “PH” actually stood for “permanently homeless”. However when clients were scarce I decided it stood for “probably hopeless” which meant that it also stood for “permanently hungry”. And if that was the case then “PH” stood for “Potential Hobo”. Fortunately things didn’t work out that way and I was able to turn my favourite hobby into my career over 40 years ago.
I am going to share with you a little bit about how it was in those early days when I started hunting professionally and how it is today. In those early days safari life was very different to what it is today. Significantly different in fact. For instance:
- We did not have an apparatus called a GPS. We had to make do with what we had – the sun, stars, a compass and instinct.
- There were no satellite telephones – we used a temperamental VHF radio or a runner.
- We did not have range finder binoculars – we had to estimate distance correctly, the first time!
- Green hunting or dart hunting would have been a joke as, in my opinion, it should be today. It contributes little to conservation, is woefully abused and plays right into the hands of the animal rightists.
- In those early days, we hunted wild lions with trackers – these days some so-called PH’s simply open a can.
- In those days, we shot birds – not wings. I don’t know where the term “wingshooting” came from. Imagine saying at lunchtime “ let’s go out this afternoon and shoot a few wings for the pot”.
- In those days, there were no Toyota Land Cruisers – we had to make do with what we had …….. Land Rovers! You see, when the Boers surrendered and the 2nd Anglo Boer war came to an end, a few English soldiers were having a beer or 2 with a group of Boers. To make friends again, the Englishmen told the Boers that although they had won the war, and dished out a severe defeat, it was nothing compared to what the Boers were going to get in 1950 when Land Rover came to South Africa! (With apologies to “Landy” owners and those trusty old work horses!)
But on a serious note, there were other big differences:
Compared with today, there was very little game on private land. Hunting was cheap and if you were invited, it was free. Largely as a result of the demand created by hunting, there were at least 9600 game ranches in South Africa in 2010. And as a result, of the total 28 million hectares set aside for conservation, only 36% comprises provincial and state owned protected areas. 64% is privately owned.
The North West Institute for tourism and leisure studies, confirmed a 2008 study revealing that hunting alone generated revenue of R4.4 billion, excluding live game sales, taxidermy, eco-tourism and meat sales. Including these, the total was around R8 billion and counting, as the wildlife industry and all its facets blossomed. We have more game now than we did 150 years ago. Just one example: It is a little known fact that there are over 20 000 Buffalo on private land today.
In the 1960’s a friend of mine and I started what was to become one of the first game ranches in South Africa on my farm Vermaakskraal in Northern KwaZulu-Natal. We paid R10 each for Springbok. Wildebeest cost R20. Today they, as well as Zebra (which cost R30) and other species now cost thousands of Rands. Impala were free. All we had to do was fetch them from the Natal Parks Board at Mkuze where they were caught at night with a spotlight. And when my neighbours saw our first White Rhino, which cost R150 delivered, they all said “that man is crazy!” Today a Rhino is worth hundreds of thousands. Later, those same neighbours all joined together to form one of the first wildlife conservancies. Those were the pioneering days of which I have wonderful memories.
Now, just a few interesting values from 1968: For purposes of marketing trophy hunting in South Africa my first overseas brochure advertised a rate of R50 per day for hunters and R15 per day for non-hunters. The trophy fee for a Nyala bull was R50. And my client paid R500 for the first White Rhino I hunted. 10 Years later, when it took $1.34 to buy one SA Rand, my daily rate was R250. Some trophy fees were: Impala R45, Kudu R250, Gemsbok, Waterbuck & Eland cost R350. Buffalo were R400, Leopard R750, Lion R1000 and White Rhino R2000. So that’s how it was.
Let’s see how it is today: These days, (and again I refer to hunting in South Africa) daily rates for a plains game hunt are around $300 – $500 …. and more for a big 5 hunt! Trophy fees today are more or less the following: Lion (not the canned variety!) – half a million rand plus, White Rhino – even more, Nyala & Kudu – $2000 to $3000, Blesbok – $600, Eland – $3000. How times have changed.
Sadly in 1976 Kenya closed hunting. Not only did some of the PH’s from there head south, but the focus for hunting clients became South Africa. The industry here blossomed then erupted. That was good, but there were also some threatening negatives and consequently a hand full of concerned PH’s founded PHASA in 1978. Today PHASA (The Professional Hunters Association of South Africa) has well over 1000 members. Over 8000 overseas hunters visit South Africa annually and figures for 2008 reveal that over 57 000 trophies of some 40+ different species were exported (that’s in one season!). So it’s indisputable; give wildlife a value and it will stay!
The biggest difference for me between then and now however is the advent of what I refer to as the so-called “jet age” safari of 7 or 10 days which has regrettably replaced those care free and leisurely safaris of no less than 3 to 4 weeks. A time when the record books were irrelevant and there was time to smell the roses along the way. Fortunately though, hunters of today, despite the time constraints inflicted on us by the pressures of the 21st century, still take time to savour the great outdoors, accumulating a treasure trove or precious memories.
I have often said that although we are in the hunting business, it is true to say that our real business is the memory making business because that is what we really do – we make memories for our hunter friends and their families from around the world. And that’s really what it’s all about; experiencing the sights, smells and sounds of our wonderful wildlife and bushveld, quality time with loved ones, stories around a little camp fire under a twinkling universe in some remote corner of Africa and most of all …. creating a lifetime of precious memories.