On the way to the store this morning, I spotted a herd of cape buffalo just about where I am now. This is a marshy area at the base of the hill, just before the last little elevation up to the Lodge. I stop quickly and pan the clearing with my binoculars, but no sign of the buffs. By the way, even though I am in the safari and hunting business, I have never fired a shot on my ranch, and I’ve never allowed any hunting on the Kifaru Ranch. I don’t know, I guess that it’s just my way to keep my little piece of Africa as real and natural as possible. Continuing up the road to the Lodge, I park in the same spot where I was before. I push the latch button to open the back of the Rover, turn off the engine, and open my door. I am not holding my Judge, but it is in my holster. Stepping to the back of the Rover, I pick up the box of groceries, close the hatch, and walk to the back door. I open the door and carry the supplies up to the kitchen. It’s now 11:45 am and I’m ready for company.