I pulled my hat down and turned my coat collar up against the chill of the winter morning. 32 degrees Fahrenheit. By midday, the temperature would reach 90.
Hannes Steyn, our professional hunter, reached down from the observation tower of the Land Cruiser and took my rifle, then reached out a hand to pull me up.
I’d loaded the muzzleloader, a 50-caliber Austin & Halleck. Two pellets of Triple 7 down the barrel, followed by a 50-caliber sabot and a 45-caliber 260-grain Nosler Partition HG bullet. For safety, I’d keep the primer in my pocket.
