The Thrill of Fear

SOME OF THEM still live among you, those lucky few who were young men in 1950s, and had the good fortune to have lived in remote, wild and unsettled areas. Such a place was the playground off my own youth – the remote veld of the e hodesian high plateau and at other times the hot, steamy lowveld. Few people dwelt in the vast areas of that empty land where tsetse flies, lion, elephant and buffalo kept jealous guard. That was a time when every trip out of a town was an adventure, a time when the frailty of man was very apparent, and to even these odds, a rifle was always taken on any bush trip.