Safari So Good

Safari So GoodWhen it Comes to Hunting, we usually prefer to do ours under antlered heads on the walls of a quiet bar in Greenwich Village. We'll listen to the other guy's hunting yarns (if they're brief and he'll keep our glass filled) — even the gibberish about .416 Magnums ("For champagne?" we asked), and the time the wounded buffalo holed up in a thicket of wait-a-bit thorn. But when it comes to sitting out a damp, dismal dawn in a duck blind or crawling around an African anthill o...