IN JANUARY of the 2014 season in the Central African Republic, it seemed everything was going badly throughout the hunting concession. We had a few hunts going for bongo and Lord Derby eland, but unseasonal weather patterns kept the bongo deep in the forest, and a rash of random poaching by Sudanese nomads using AK-47s spooked the eland into their secret woodland sanctuaries. The game simply wasn’t moving and we seemed dogged by bad luck. During that week, no hunters had any success. None, that is, except Ernie.
Ernie was a good-natured, soft-spoken Texan, strongly optimistic from the outset, so I knew straight off our safari would be a good one. His first and only priority was a Lord Derby eland bull. Though I hadn’t even seen an eland for…
