—FRANK HARRIS, CONCORD, N.H.
Custom knives, Annie Oakley, and bad buck fever. By David E. Petzal
In 1978, in Botswana, I watched over the shoulder of a hunter with something like 30 safaris behind him as he tried to aim at a lion 25 yards away. I’ve never seen anyone tremble so badly. I remember thinking that things were going to end badly, and they did. He fired in mid-convulsion and wounded the cat, which we then had to track down and kill.