Now here was a natural, with an uncanny ability to smell out the best hunting areas and track down the biggest elephants in the Rift Valley. Harry always tried to steer well clear of areas frequented by this formidable hunter, as the pickings there would be slim.
Born and bred in Africa, life for Riley was never difficult. He loved playing polo in Nairobi, drinking with friends at the Methaga Club or flying his Red Tiger Moth over the Ngorongoro Crater, buzzing low over the heads of the fearless Masai tribesmen as they hopelessly threw their formidable lion spears after the plane.
The contract between the two hunters was signed early on in the season and made perfect sense; the demand was high for ivory. Harry was happy with the outcome, after all, the new company was able to not only supply the growing markets, but with Riley taking care of the paid for hunting safari biz it meant they never had all their eggs in one basket.
Little did the pair know that they just become the founding partners in a safari company that was to become a household name. So was Walk in the Wild was born.