Not born into money, Larry was a fighter from an early age, a defender of the weak. Boys who knew him soon learned not to fool around with people in Larry’s care. As fate would have it, his progression into the semi professional boxing arena seemed natural.
How may you ask did he then end up in Africa, and join this merry band of hunters and explorers?
It was rumored at the time on the goldfields that bare-knuckle boxing was the sport of the miners, and with cash to spare large wagers were placed on the outcome of these bloody bouts. Upon hearing this news, Larry did the crossing in steerage on the first available mail ship, trekked from the port of Mombasa South, crossing the Zambezi and Limpopo Rivers and eventually ending up on the gold fields of the Transvaal, as it was known at the time. He quickly made a name for himself as a willing and wily bare-knuckle contender.
The life of such a fighter was a short one, and before any signs of punch drunkenness set in, Larry responded to an advert placed in the local paper for a security manager with a local safari and hunting company. Employment came quickly as Harry (Emily’s lover) took an instant liking to this robust Londoner, the relationship slowly drifting into a lifelong friendship.