When I think about the "best" hunters, I look at the flint arrowheads and spear points we find every year in the very same fields where I hunt. That these people fed themselves and their families with rocks tied to sticks is pretty mind-blowing. The same could be said for the Bushmen or any other indigenous hunters.

I grew up on the Florida coast in a town that was a destination for offshore fishing-- I walked into a men's store one day that was filled with mounts, including three Cape buffalo bulls. I didn't know what they were but I knew that I wanted to hunt one. From that day forward, I was not a fisherman, I was a hunter.