Who we are

A father is a son’s first hero. A son always admires his father’s every move, the way he walks, the way he talks, the way he works with his hands, the way he tells a story and hanging on every word. A son grows up curious, always up to something, hiding away from mom, being naughty, laughing from the bottom of his stomach, falling asleep in the most random places and never want to miss a thing. A son looks up at his father as the strongest, most daring and best friend in the world. A son grows up to be like his dad… Fathers don’t try and make a hero out of your son, just let them see you living and they’ll become a hero…

The gun oil and old hiking boots smell of dad’s office before a hunting trip are something you never forget as a boy, the excitement to see take his sun battered faded camos out and getting the gear ready, tickles a kind of excitement to a boy that ties with Christmas. Dad taking his favorite rifle out and let you hold it, even if it’s taller than you, and reminding you about gun safety and as a boy taking it all in and remembering it forever. The next morning you jump out of bed to see if dad’s still there, just to say good luck for the day, but only to realize he’s left long before the horizon turned the color of dawn…

Then it feels like the longest day in your life as a little boy, awaiting your father to return from his hunt and to see what he got. Then if he return with his prize head and all smiles and stories of how he got it, all you what to do is help him clean the animal, get you hands full of blood so you can just be part of the hunt even if it’s only at the end and then in a low tone in your father voice, he tells you, to come with him on his next hunt….. right there in the mid of the smell of blood and guts, the beautiful trophy head and clean lean meat a hunting seed is planted….its not a tree or a flower or anything you can describe or see it’s a way of life……. This is Father and Sons Safaris