John Thames

The South African sun beat down upon our shoulders as we stepped foot onto the unknown ground before us. For many years, my close friends, Gil Morgan and Terry Allen, and I had imagined what our time aboard the Rovos Rail would be like. But, what we encountered far exceeded our expectations. As we transitioned from the hustle and bustle of the streets of Pretoria, South Africa, to what appeared to be an antiquated train station with touches of a modern hand, we were immediately swept back in time.

‘‘ I have been blessed with many joyful days in the field, but some of my favorite hunts happen with my children and other family members. On this particular hunt, there was no record-book harvest, no grand slam achieved, nor even a scotch double taken. This was time in the field with both my son and my dad.