There’s a moment etched into the hearts of all true hunters, a moment more powerful than the shot, the trophy or the animal itself. It’s the stillness before it all, the smell of the bush and the steady drum of your heartbeat as you line up not just your gun, but your judgment. That silent pause, heavy with purpose and respect, is the reason I hunt.
My name is Tristan Reilly, a 25-year-old avid outdoorsman and budding engineer. The idea for this piece came to mind, beer in hand and cosied up to a crackling fire on a cold night in the lapa of an old farmhouse near Kroonstad, after a long, exhilarating day spent in the grasslands and maize fields. I found myself sitting around the fire with some…
