We woke up this morning and went to shoot the rifles to simulate a lion hunt just for good measure. As we have no clue when the trackers will call and say they are on fresh tracks. We went through the process from start to finish in preparation. My target died all 4 shots so we all felt extremely confident. Our morning place was to go sit at a waterhole where both waterbuck and zebra frequent, Kobus and I get dropped and have a run in with a oryx cow, diker and two Steinbeck. The Steinbeck walks within 5 yards as he has no clue what we are. I got some good video of that as this was my first time to actually hunt with my camera. Suddenly the radio barks and it is Mack saying they have a lion that has made a kill and is dragging it to her area for breakfast. We rush to the border and meet up with the tracker. I see the drags and I am nervous, existed, scared and the unknown is terrifying.
We track for 45 minutes to an hour and finally spot it slipping through the thick bush, Mack whispers be prepaid to shoot through the brush bc I have to, I concur.
We loose visual and this is where it gets nerve racking. I have my 9.3X64 shoulder, loaded and ready to shoot if we are charged or she offers a shot. We track her into a creek bottom and stop to try to here her move or see her, we suddenly hear her pooping the bones of her kill, it is so thick we have to back out bc she is close and can charge any moment.
We slip around the back side of the brushy creek and I see her, I tap Mack on the shoulder and point he see her now, we adjust angles, she is laying in the creek eating her kill which turned out to be a warthog.
With her laying in the creek there is no good shot, she is broadside but laying, she slightly lift her chest up and Mack tells me shoot, I fire a center shoulder shot from 40 yards away and she jumps, I reload and fire again as she is quartered away, reload and she's laying down with two fatal shots, I change angles walking backwards keeping my crosshairs on here I case she stands up, I quickly put in the final blow and she is dead.
The rush, excitement, adrenaline, terrifying hunt has been a perfect success. Could not have preformed better, no back up shots from the PHs as they don't like to anyway unless it's a life or death situation.
We slowly approach still having my crosshairs on here for insurance, we poke her and she doesn't move, she is HUGE, dark winter skin and has huge paws and teeth. This is a native Botswana lioness.
My first big 5 is DRT and I'm still shaking with excitement