We stood on the crest of a dune as the sun slipped toward the horizon. An evening wind blew spirals of sand off the tops of the ridge and beat a rhythm in the tops of the canvas tents. For the past week, we’d hunted kudu, mountain zebra, red hartebeest, and warthog in the highlands north and east of Windhoek, Namibia. Now, after a six-hour drive south, we were in the Kalahari.
