Flavors of the Tiny Ten

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Sat, 28 Mar 2026 11:42:01 +0000
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By Caleb McClain

There was a feeling of relief across the dinner table. After four slow days of hunting, I had taken a zebra and an impala on the fifth day. My PH, Gert, was smiling with the satisfaction of a successful day’s hunt as we shared a glass of brandy before the meal.

“We need to find you a duiker tonight,” my PH said. I admire the way Afrikaners say the word duiker. It was more like “dee-kah,” but with a strange inflection in the middle. But finding seemed like an impossible...