My family instilled the love for the hunt inside me. My mother loved to sit in a hickory patch—still as a mouse—squirrel hunting. My father and his trusty Winchester Model 12, 16-gauge prowled the West Virginia hills for squirrel, rabbit, turkey and deer. And my grandfather, with his prosthetic leg and cane, followed coon hounds from dusk until dawn. They always took …
Since my first safari in 2006 I have become addicted to Africa. Fortunately, I found an outfit – Fort Richmond Safaris – and a professional hunter – Geoffrey Wayland – capable of feeding that addiction.
Remember back in high school when you had a crush on that girl? It was easy to look and lust from across the room, but when she got close, things got real–intense. Your mouth got dry, your knees got weak, and those words you’d been planning to whisper gently simply seemed unspeakable. Hunting is similar. Watching the object of your affection from across …
