The spoils of the hunt are either a trophy or venison or both. Avoid disappointment and wastage by taking the…
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Many hunters like to keep a photographic record of the animals they have successfully hunted. Taking a photograph of a…
The life of the legendary Bvekenya as told by his son Isak Barnard to Dave Edgcumbe. The continent of Africa…
Put a bunch of hunters together at a favorite watering hole, or around a hunting campfire, and at some point,…
African Expedition has started a YouTube channel. I would appreciate it if you all subscribe, watch a few videos, and…
You’re back from safari but you seem to always be tired, can’t concentrate, and feel listless and sleepy. Your wife is…
“The charge of a wounded buffalo does not faze them too much. Give them the snarl of an angry lion…
I never hunted in Tanzania so I approached Robert De Pole’s autobiographical account of hunting there with anticipation because this…
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When visiting Humani in the Savé Conservancy, one can be assured of being introduced to the newest member of the Humani clan. This extraordinary new addition is an orphan rhino calf named Jimmy, who is being raised by Anne Whittall. When Jimmy arrived at the Humani homestead, weak and in a generally sorry state, Anne was forced to play the part of foster mother rhino. Many will agree that there could be no one better for the role.
Ever so slowly I inch my way through the scrub, closing in purposefully on the result of what was possibly…
After numerous delays, we finally left Victoria Falls on July 21st. As it happened, our departure was somewhat uninspiring, given that we left from the goods train station and followed the railway line from town.
Binga was something of a letdown. It was the first ‘real town’ we passed through, and to be honest I wish we had bypassed. We were delayed there for an unreasonably lengthy period (due to various factors but mainly because of bungling bureaucracy), and I found the town to be a dive, as I find all Zimbabwean towns to be these days.
We ended up spending a week at Tashinga before setting off for the Changachirere Parks post, which is the northern part of Matusadona, close to Spurwing Island.
Kariba gorge was, without a doubt, the most physically demanding stretch of the Borderline Walk to date.
In certain respects, the lower Zambezi stretch was a letdown. Don’t get me wrong, we enjoyed fantastic moments and sightings and met some fine people along the way, but delays constantly shackled our advance and we jerked along spasmodically.
The last leg of the journey before David Passed away was undocumented