Safari Magazine

SAFARI Magazine is an award-winning, four-color, perfect-bound, coffee table-style magazine, published seven times a year for SCI members. It presents a broad mix of articles from around the world about conservation, hunting, travel, equipment, education and membership news. Contributing authors include leading outdoor writers, wildlife biologists, government leaders and doctors, supported visually by unsurpassed photography from some of the world's preeminent wildlife photographers.

2019 Issues

As the quail started to gain altitude behind him, Zent pirouetted in-place, the Benelli 28-gauge going instinctively to his shoulder as he completed the turn and put the bead on the bird...

Nature is wondrous. Hunters drink deeply from the cup of life. Others merely observe nature. Hunters are part of it.

Quail hunting, depending on where and for what species, is a world unto itself in that the small, fast upland birds traditionally have captured the imaginations of young and old, rich and poor. For all, it is pure sport that delivers some of the best table fare imaginable.

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Hunters hunt because that’s what we do and who we are. When we hunt, we are part of nature rather than simply observers of it.

Warner Glenn is a hunter, a guide. And he is a whole lot more. He has a vision of open lands where ranching and wildlife can abound forever. He also is the first person to find and then photograph a live, wild jaguar in the U.S. – an honor he has since repeated.

Jaguars are not hunted in southern Arizona where Warner calls home. Field researchers using trail cameras were the first to detect jaguars in the Huachcuas and Dos Cabezas mountains in 2016. Sportsmen detected those seen in recent history prior to 2016.

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2018 Issues

We had just taken a couple steps away from the bright green juniper when the big bull's head emerged over the ridgeline. Pat, my guide, bleated a soft cow call and the bull screamed in response. As he raised his head to bugle, we slowly took a couple steps back to the cover of the juniper. Pat bleated again and then whispered he was fifty yards. I was directly behind my guide and could not really see the bull. In shor t order Pat whispered, "Thirty five yards, shoot!" I stepped out from behind Pat and the muscle memory from months of practice kicked in as my bow seemingly came to full draw automatically.

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It was unseasonably warm for mid-February, even for South Texas, as I settled into my ground blind to see what might turn up that afternoon. The first three blind shifts had been unproductive only in that I had yet to have an opportunity at something I was hoping for — a nice axis deer buck and, later, a fat doe.

Axis meat is without question some of the finest wild table fare on the continent, and after something of a lean fall, my freezer was a little low and Cheryl was starting to grumble

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Grace worked very hard dur ing the school year, and her 6th Grade report card was the proof. All A’s and a top spot on the Honor Roll. Her mother (my girlfriend) asked if there was there anything special she’d like to do to celebrate her successful school year.

“There’s one thing,” she said. “Can we go hog hunting?”

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In Munich, I met up with Rob Turner, one of my buddies from Australia, so our flight to Romania was filled with old hunting stories and hopes of new adventures. On the quick drive to the hotel with one of our head hunters, Ciprian, we got filled in on all the possibilities awaiting us on opening day of roebuck.

Once at the quaint Hotel Slavia, we were met by another old friend, Dennis Salerno. The last of our group to arrive was my partner of more than twenty-five years, Mr. Toni Torok, who coordinated the two Beretta Gallery hunts we had for week one. During dinner we met up with Florin, the head man of the entire hunting area, and made our plan for opening day.

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Drops of rain rolled from countless species of emerald colored ferns, making footing difficult as we traversed the saturated and well-worn game paths etched into the mud of the canopy-covered hillsides. We were hunting a pristine property known as Kuranui, in search of red and rusa deer.

The area consists of deep, narrow valleys with densely arbored “hillsides.” The visibility inside the vegetated canopy would be measured in feet, not yards. At any time, we expected to be treated to the sight of a tyrannosaur in pursuit of a fleeing duckbill, or a pterodactyl gliding overhead. Hard to believe New Zealand has no snakes and mosquitos were non-existent. The scoped rifle I carried seemed an anachronism.

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When you spend countless hours sweltering in a ground blind, the mind tends to wander. After the first few hours you go into siege mode, and it’s easy to start  hinking weird thoughts. You know, stuff like, why is it that the closer to the horizon the moon gets it appears larger, but the closer to the horizon a ball gets, the  maller it looks? Or, how did the Vikings, in those little ships with no charts, no GPS, no maps, no tide tables, crappy food and not enough fresh water, successfully  nd safely navigate the North Sea using only the stars, but I can’t find my keys? Things like that.

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2017 Issues

Uganda, to hunters, is a special place. Dubbed “The Pearl of Africa” by Winston Churchill, this is the real Africa, untamed, beautiful and harsh. I’d been invited to join one of Rigby’s most loyal supporters and clients, now my great friend, Merle Sampson, to hunt Nile buffalo. It was the stuff of my boy hooddreams, and not an offer to be turned down. What made this offer even more spectacular is that Merle was letting me use his new London Best in.416 Rigby. Not only would this be the first buffalo for this rifle, but it was also the first gun produced by Rigby to be ordered from our London workshop since the company was repatriated to the UK.

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September Pearls of Uganda

Storm clouds built up over the distant tree line, thunder and lightning getting closer until the first fat raindrops fell. It was early afternoon. Few sounds are more soothing than soft rain on canvas and thatch...And few luxuries in life are better than a lazy nap underneath that gentle drumming. Sometime later I realized the rain had stopped and I vaguely heard hunting partner Steve Hornady and PH Christian Wethhead out. I realized I should rally and get out to a machan.

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Moving to a new state can be a difficult experience for any hunter. It requires you to learn new regulations, create new friendships in the hunting community and become familiar with new hunting areas. Such was the predicament I found myself in at the end of my freshman year of high school: my family was moving from Utah to Arizona.

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I'm not exactly sure how this hunt came about, but Jacques Hartzenburg, Jumbo's partner in Chapungu-Kambako Safaris, had somehow convinced my wife that she should hunt Cape buffalo. The next thing I knew, we were making plans for a classic, traditional, buffalo hunt in Mozambique. You never know what might unfold during an SCI Convention.

The Niassa Reserve has good numbers of buffalo, elephant, big cats, plus many other endemic species including Niassa wildebeest, Roosevelt sable, eland, red duiker, bushpigs and more.

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"We do all the Mafia stuff," jokes Steve Black as he and his fellow Louisianans tell me about their various businesses cleaning high-rises, collecting garbage and street cleaning in New Orleans. I had just met Steve and his fellow goodguys Charlie Lusco, Scott Dowdy, Darren Meyer and brothers Dickie and Wade Strahan at Oak Creek Whitetail Ranch in Bland, MO. I was on assignment; they were there to have a great time, shoot big bucks and learn what it takes to grow record book-antlered deer of their own.

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Everything around you is a sea of white. The sun reflecting off a landscape of snow and ice would blind you if it weren't for the protection of your goggles. Distance is hard to judge in this barren landscape, but nearby—much too close for comfort—stands a polar bear. It eyes you suspiciously, perhaps even hungrily, upon its hind legs. Nothing but a hundred yards of ice and cold wind separates you from the massive predator. Primal instincts take over. Your body is in full fight-or-flight mode.

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2016 Issues

Botswana is an extraordinary place to hunt plains game in Africa today. Why? Because eland, kudu and gemsbok grazing on massive ranches in the Kalahari went virtually untouched while elephant, lion and Cape buffalo were the country's main drawing cards. Things changed in 2014 when the government moratorium on hunting was instituted.

The one exception to the hunting ban was that plains game on some private lands remained open to hunting. I sought out Botswana safari operator Clive Eaton of Tholo Safaris at the SCI Hunters' Convention to get the lowdown and plan an eland hunt.

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