Karibuni! Or as us American boys would say, “Howdy! Pull up a seat and check out this very first Africa Hunter’s Dispatch.”

If you’re reading this, you clearly have impeccable taste in literature and are undoubtedly a gentleman (or woman) of refinement — an absolute delight at parties. A sophisticated conversationalist of highest renown. Your name is assuredly at the top of every social gathering RSVP list.

But enough about you. Let me tell you about us. We are Africa Hunter’s Dispatch — the literary equivalent of an amuse-bouche before a smorgasbord of some of the best, most informative and dare I say most entertaining Africa hunting news to grace an inbox or the glossy pages of our forthcoming 84-page Africa’s Sportsman Magazine (available later this month).

AHD and ASM will be bringing you the latest on Africa sports hunting straight from the savannah, hot on the heels of some the best professional hunters and outdoors writers currently trailing the spoor of the best game to be found from the dusky plains of Mozambique to the high Karoo.

The forthcoming ASM is not to be missed. Not only is it rife with beautiful game photos guaranteed to set your pulse to racing, but stories sure to entice you to book that next hunt for Nyati. Speaking of which, our friends over at Schoongezicht Hunting Safaris have a hell of a deal on a big ol’ mbogo on page 77.

I’m Levi Hill, a lifelong hunter, good enough gunsmith, a just OK journalist, an absolute lover of Africa and editor for Africa Hunter’s Dispatch. As my boss, Hennie van der Walt, writes in his editor’s note in the inaugural edition of ASM: Hemmingway once said, “I never knew of a morning in Africa when I woke up that I was not happy.”

Despite 12 hours sleep in four days, aching legs and enough dust in my sinuses to fill a child’s sandbox, a single morning in Africa beat 100 anywhere else. It’s a feeling only those who’ve lived it can understand and unfortunately for us all, safaris are just too damn short.

But I can practically guarantee you will feel that warmth — like that first sip of scotch after a long day plodding along behind a wayward buffalo — wash over you with each dispatch and each page of ASM.

It’s 8,424 miles, or thereabouts, from Atlanta to Johannesburg, but it’s just a mouse click away to high adventure. Join us, won’t you?