Poem - Thank God for the Hunter
When the rains don't come, and the land can't provide, when horns don't protect, and the rhino can't hide,
When Africa's in strife, and the poachers run free, Governments corrupted, Amid death and disease
Thank God for the hunter, The protector of land, That feeds and conserves, All animals at hand
The hunter is there, When all is lost, Fighting for nature, Whatever the cost.
By Andrew Charles Robbins 2019
Hunting in South Africa has been the main benefactor in the conservation of wild game species
Read more about the relationship between hunting and conservation HERE