A strong bond
One thing that never ceases to amaze me is the instant bond between hunting strangers. This bond crosses international boundaries, politics, religion, and most other causes of prejudice. In the past 30 years or so that I have been pursuing game, whether that’s rabbits or buffalo, the instant camaraderie enjoyed by foreigners who follow the call of Nimrod, has been continuously reinforced. Why this is so really escapes me, but I’m glad that it is the way. Maybe this bond is strengthened because our sport is considered a minority group, by the ignorant in various positions of power that would certainly choose to curtail our sporting pastimes if they could? Or maybe it is much more archaic than that, and it is an inherent admiration, deep in our psyche, a hangover…