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Man Magnum February 2020

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The leading magazine for the South African hunting and conservation fraternity. Suid-Afrika se top-tydskrif vir die jagter en bewaarder.

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South Africa
Media 24 Ltd
R 390
8 Issues

in this issue

5 min.
the price of owning firearms

HUNTING AND FIREARMS have always been my primary pastimes and, for 20 years, part of my daily job. For me, spending time in the veld and around firearms has always been hugely satisfying. Of course, acquiring a firearm in South Africa has never been easy for me. Even decades ago, there was a waiting period involved, one that, given my impatient nature, I struggled with. Way back then, I spent quite a lot of time in Denmark and, having a Danish hunting licence, I could simply walk into a gun shop, show my hunting licence, pay for a shotgun and walk out with the piece under my arm. Rifles were slightly more difficult, involving a waiting period of several days (as far as I can recall, never more than 5), but…

4 min.

Camping in the Old SWA I loved Gregor Woods’s article on camping. What pleasant memories! I have been privileged to see most of Namibia. During 1963 and 1964, my father, mother, a friend and I travelled a total of 7 000 miles through SWA. I can remember that if we had a flat tyre we would change it as quickly as possible, for if a farmer came across us, we would usually spend the night with him and his family – such was the hospitality. Most evenings we just camped in a gully next to the road – it was 100 percent safe. – Ron Bester, Free State Africa’s Most Dangerous I enjoyed Don Forrester’s article “Africa’s Most Dangerous?” which appeared in the November issue. This is a frequently debated topic. Some years ago…

4 min.
the right to hunt

IN 1970, MY arrival at Victoria Falls in the old Rhodesia at the age of 24 was a double delight. Not only was it a female tourist mecca, but it was also primarily to me, a hunting paradise. With the mighty Zambezi River on the north edge of town, surrounded by natural bush and forest, and national parks and farms to the west, wild animals went unhindered and often strayed into the village. I soon got to know most of the farmers from Vic Falls right up to Kazungula on the Botswana border, and a good bunch they were too. A row of farms ran for some 50 kilometres along the Zambezi River from west of the national park to Botswana. Permission was easy to come by, and kudu, impala and…

7 min.
the legend continues m2.0 subcompact

THERE C BE no denying that S&W’s M Milit ry & Police (M&P) pistol ha en wholeheartedly accepted by law enforcement agencies and civilian shooters in the US a overseas. So what could S&W do to make this pistol even or popular?Before attempting to answer this question, let’s look at the technical aspects of the M&P. The stainless-steel slides and barrels of these pistols are through-hardened, a process that produces both external and internal hardening. The barrels feature a tapered muzzle for consistent positioning, which enhances accuracy and produces less friction as the slide travels rearward. A half-moon cut at the rear of the chamber hood allows the shooter to verify if the chamber is loaded. The M&P’s ergonomics are well thought out. A moderate beavertail secures the pistol in the shooter’s…

9 min.
in quest of big ivory

MYI ESTINbig i or was kindled when I saw a pair of elephant tusks, recent y r ved from the carcass, in front of a botany ec ure room in 1957. The professor, who annually hunt d in M mbique, w was lling the students about his latest trop y. It was w ot until 1971 that I brought back my own big tusks from Sijarira on Lak ke K riba in the old Rhodesia. These men remain undauntedly heroic, especially those who hunted in an Africa devoid of material assistance at the time By then I had begun a quest to view the biggest known i y, hich would t e m to London, Munich, Washington, Khartoum on the Blue Nile, and Johannesburg. This quest was insidious, rather like malaria parasites…

6 min.
the first

NOT RYONE IS fortunate enough to have been introduced d to hunting by y family members. My father was a phys cian in a working-class neighbourhood in New York City, whe e ‘wildlife’ meant street pigeons and a few squirrels. Hun ng was not partt of my early upbringing, and moreover, my father had no o st in it nor knowledge about it. While he didn’t discourag my desire to hunt, neither did he do anything to encourage it. I had a very steep learning curve gleaning what I could from books and magazines and by the simple process of trial-and-error When I was 13, he bought a property in a rural district. Among the items left behind by the former owners was a 20-gauge shotgun which I promptly appropriated. I eventually…