In 1962, John Henry Dick underwent what some call a hunter's conversion. That year, Dick'a product of New York high society, with a proclivity for ornithology, big game, and porkpie hats'found himself on a safari face-to-face with a Bengal tiger. As he trained his weapon on the beast, he did something unusual: he hesitated. 'A sense of confused shame engulfed me,' he later wrote. He pulled the trigger nonetheless, but, from that point onward, Dick quit hunting and devoted the remainder of his days to wildlife illustration and environmentalism. The tiger became a rug for his South Carolina estate known as Dixie Plantation and, as he wrote, a memento of 'how long it sometimes takes to grow up.'
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