Issue link: https://www.e-digitaleditions.com/i/742011
S P O R T I N G C L A S S I C S • 127 Roan author pursues a record-book roan. By BoB GallaGher rebels chase them in jeeps with mounted 50-caliber machine guns and shoot them for camp meat. There aren't many left, and it's not worth getting tangled up with them because they're not easy to get close to." After turning the truck around, he stopped and said, "Damn pity . . . they really are good eating." Then off we went, looking for something the natives didn't want to eat. A few years later I joined some friends on safari in northern and western Tanzania. It was a lovely affair set up by Robin Hurt that included three weeklong hunts in different areas of Tanzania. It was my second safari with Robin Hurt and everything went like clockwork. On the last week of our trip I hunted the Ugalla area with PH Roy-Carr Hartley. Although none of us had heard of the concession, it proved to be a fabulous place. The only two hiccups were the tsetse flies and the dry conditions. How bad were the tsetses? Well, we stopped using bug spray and sprayed Raid on ourselves instead. It burned like hell, but we usually got about two hours of relief. How dry was it? Well, the first time I blew my nose my handkerchief showed a mix of blood and dirt. So then we began wrapping hankies or wash towels around our noses and mouths to cut down on the dirt. This worked well enough but was a little suffocating at times. On the third day we had a funny experience when an old man ran up to the truck, jabbering away like crazy. When he finally calmed down, he told us he'd been collecting honey from a tree when a lion knocked down his ladder and chased him until he threw most of his honey at the cat. After lapping up the honey, the lion chased him up a tree and then just sat there, waiting for a more substantial meal. At first we were dubious about the old man's story, but when he took us over to