Horn of the Hunter: The Story of an African Safari FROM THE PUBLISHER
The horn of the hunter sounded early for Robert Ruark, and its clean, stirring note finally drew him to the land every hunter longs to see--Africa. Here, in the jungles and on the endless plains, Ruark came to know the self-imposed discipline of mile after mile of man-killing treks, the ferocity of the wounded buffalo, and the acid sweat of fear.
The safari started in Nairobi, where the Ruarks hired Harry Selby, one of the best professional hunters in the business. With him came a group of native runners and bearers, a jeep, and a broken-down lorry. Their first camp site was on a grassy knoll overlooking the Grumeti River, where they pitched their tents beneath big thorn acacias, and it was here that Ruark was to meet and conquer his first two lions and his record-breaking buffalo. It was here, too, that Ruark came to love and understand the hideously grinning, carrion-eating hyenas--fisi, the natives laughingly called them, remembering as they laughed the times fisi had attacked them, asleep, and tried to eat their faces. The Ruarks came also to know and understand the land in which they hunted. Everywhere they looked there was life. And wherever there was life there was the threat of death.