Tag Archives: Mark Hampton

When Things Go South

The day was wearing on me.  Lots of walking over the parched savannah in 110-degree heat tends to work on a guy.  The sun dropped behind the tree line as we made our way to the vehicle.  It was finally cooling off a bit.  My mind was wandering off somewhere when the tracker stopped abruptly.  Not eighty yards away were two korrigum. Continue reading When Things Go South

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Bushpigs, Blue Bulls And Bloody Big Buffalo

The hour-and-a-half charter flight from Pemba was uneventful yet revealed evidence of an unspoiled, remote landscape. Eventually we flew over the pristine Miombo woodland of the Continue reading Bushpigs, Blue Bulls And Bloody Big Buffalo