Another hunting season has slipped past. We move forward into the downtime of life, and ponder about the previous season and what lies ahead for the New Year. The grinding deluge of work and the nagging voice in my head that keeps whispering “Return to Africa” keep me occupied for the next several months as cabin fever will roll in. Books to whisk me off to the magical lands of Ruark, Capstick and Roosevelt will be read into the wee hours of the night and decisions about what next to read will
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