INTRODUCTION
"Take Me on Safari"
I
like to think of “Take Me On Safari” as more than a chronological accounting of my family’s safari to the
rural Northern Province of South Africa. To me, my wife, my 14-year-old son and
12-year-old daughter, and my 73-year-old mother-in-law, the safari was a forum that shook us from the sleepiness of our daily
routines and exposed us to the adventure, drama and suspense of big game hunting. It
was a way for us to replace the all too familiar landscapes of our lives with the wonders of an ancient land while providing
an observation post from which to witness the timeless rituals of wildlife. Most
importantly though the safari was a catalyst that deepened the bonds of our family and supported the values and ethics my
wife Carol and I hold dear and have raised our children with for more than fourteen years.
I realize that there may be many
who wonder how a safari could possibly enrich family spirituality or reinforce long held values and at the same time provide
an advanced course in ethics, but then I suppose the word “safari” conjures up different perceptions for different
people.
To
some the word may provoke images from the late 19th or early 20th centuries, where hundreds of native
porters walked in single file carrying vital supplies to support a year long journey into the remote corners of Africa. These images may have been gleaned from books or movies such as Out Of Africa, or
the study of our nation’s very own adventurer President Theodore Roosevelt.
For
others the mention of safari may inspire less romantic images and simply symbolize an outdated era of faded icons. Perhaps a perception of odd-looking animal heads adorning walls of “Men Only” clubs. The word may even stir mental pictures of establishments frequented by the unenlightened as they gathered
to drink whiskey and performed antiquated male bonding rituals in rooms polluted with cigar smoke and boorish behavior.
I
won’t attempt to argue against these perceptions. They might be accurate
portraits of a distant past, or merely an association with the celluloid folklore of Hollywood movie making fame. There is plenty of room in our universe for people to entertain all their perceptions of “safari”,
and far be it from me to deny them.
It
would be an injustice though if I didn’t take the opportunity to explain what a safari was for my family and for many
of those that have journeyed before us, for they too saw the safari as something much less than an arena for machismo and
understood that it was truly a voyage for the soul. It is because of a need to
share this truth as evidenced by my family’s experience that I felt compelled to write this book.
Those
that have enlisted the event know that a safari brings us within proximity to reasonably glimpse the life of primitive man. It is a way to transport oneself as far as possible from the information driven and
over-regulated new age in which we live to the stark, uninhibited and impulsive ways of ever-present wildlife. It moves us from a reality defined by the pillars of logic to a place where instinct governs survival and
has done so since the dawn of time.
A
safari tests the mettle of one’s character. It is an experience created
by a wide variety of thoughts and emotions ranging from fatigue, boredom, disappointment, fear and sadness to understanding,
euphoria, pride, awe, excitement and surprise – all of which are called upon randomly and at a moments notice. A safari
elicits respect, appreciation and concern for wildlife and a profound awareness of our responsibility to perpetuate it for
posterity.
My
family and I now realize that a safari is an education of sorts. It is a humbling
experience that overwhelms one with their insignificance, as we become spectator to the mysteries of our universe, and yet
on another level an innate understanding that we are a vital weave in its fabric consoles us.
In a way a safari is a religious experience – it is as simple as living a humble life of faith while at the same
time it is as awesomely complex to comprehend as all that is holy.
It
would be of great satisfaction to me if my modest attempt at writing would inspire families, hunters, and observers to visit
Africa and to take an interest in its future. In my opinion it is a continent
that needs to be understood in order for it to survive as it is meant to be – an archaeological testimony to the ways
of time immemorial and a display of intricate patterns and interdependencies of the world’s ecology.
On
a less majestic note, I also wrote the book with the intent to increase the level of awareness of the elements of sport hunting,
and as a diagram of the critical relationship between the sport and the way in which it ensures the future survival of wildlife
populations. I’ve tried to highlight the need for wildlife management practices
and present the economic realities of hunting and the importance of “fair chase” in a way that’s easily
understood and is offered as a natural extension of the chronicle.
I
have also made an attempt to display the need for conservation of resources and to promote moral and ethical decision-making
by portraying the important benefits of these virtues. Although it is not a “how
to” book it does provide a path for anyone looking to take his or her family on safari – or even go it alone for
that matter.
I
might never know if I have been successful in my endeavor but it will bring great satisfaction to me if even one person is
moved to let go of their perception of a safari as one of the stale images I portrayed earlier and replace it with something
closer to which I have detailed throughout the book. I am eternally grateful
to those who helped make my family’s safari the moving experience that it was.