Day 3
It's time for Jane today. I dearly want this young lady to be successful on her first hunt in Africa. She has gone big game hunting with me back home and one day she will get her first deer.
She has practiced on the sticks and shown herself to be an excellent shot. Able to hit moving helium balloons (windy day) with a .22 at 100 yards.
The furthest target is just over one hundred yards.
She has a small frame and she has been able to shoot the .270 very accurately as well.
I am hoping to sit in the "hot" blind this morning and have a good Warthog come in for her.
We are to be dropped off at the blind that my friend the dedicated Bow hunter had sat in yesterday. He apparently went a little wild yesterday evening and shot a Wildebeest AND an Eland at last light. I did not hear this until this morning.
Both needed tracking apparently, so he asked me for help on the ride toward the blind.
For some reason he did not want to tell the PH. (Probably in the hope they would both just be found quickly.)
We go to blind #1 and I ask for his directions for the possible direction of the “pair and a spare” and head off into the general vicinity of where I feel an Eland would go if wounded. All the while hoping to find a dead Eland in short order over the first rise. After the major disturbance at the blind this morning, sitting in the blind would be fruitless anyway, so assisting with the tracking was the option chosen.
Joyce, another new hunter (observer), found the first speck of blood and that started the tracking. PH Wills and co were off tracking the Wildebeest simultaneous to our efforts.
Eland Bulls tracks
Onto the exit trail.
Very shortly we found a Cheetah carcass. It would have made an interesting trophy but I found out that there is no hope in hell of exporting any cat from Botswana. Sadly, it’s still in the bush.
This was not an easy track to follow. Very small drops of blood that had dried over night. So think dried blood on reddish sand!
After several hours and only three hundred yards in the red sand and very heavy bush, it was now getting hot (for us) and I did not have a enough water or a radio (no Sim card for the phone yet) to make sure we were safe. So back to the road and Jason had sent his truck for us. It was a great experience for all of us to wander around and walk in the bush.
We jumped in to help the boys on the Wildebeest track. The Wildebeest had gone a very long way. At this point I loaned my buddy the 300WM to continue his follow up and explained that he needed to get the “big boys” to track his Eland so he needs to tell his PH.
They did find the Wildebeest and we later found out we were within 60 yards of the Elands bed and did not see him. (Martin tracked it down later that afternoon, through all of our very “helpful” human tracks.) Imagine a working out the track after four people had moved through the area. I know what a Buffalo or elephant tracker has to deal with. I did not tell the rookies to stay off the track. Oops!
Just goes to show the skill level of these guys.
The early morning was now toast.
We bummed a ride and left for Samson to sit in a blind and get Jane a Warthog. The Warthog comprises her entire trophy wish list.
On our way to the Samson blind we bumped into some Kudu and one of the other young guys had not taken his Kudu yet so we turned back and went on a short stalk. We blew it after a couple hundred yards on the trail. There were way more Kudu in the bush than we ever saw. Note to self: stalking herds in bush is much tougher than you might think.
At 10:30 we are at the new blind to sit for the rest of the day.
Vigilant Hunter
I have the bow along, just in case.
A very nice 55'ish Kudu bull and I am not ready. I discover that the broad heads are not unpacked and on the arrows yet.
Plenty of time to take pictures but not attach broad heads.
We also got to watch another nice young bull come in.
But we are looking for Warthog for Jane. Much bigger than what was showing up.
Other critters filter in to drink and rest. Amazing to watch them come in relaxed and bed down.
A decent boar comes in and he will be the target of the day for me. He is not in Jane’s category but I decide he is good enough for the bow.
Down he goes at 20 yards. I hit him a little high but it is perfectly effective.
A picture immediately after the arrow struck.
We set him up for some trophy pictures and then leave him in that position right where he is. It is a sleeping Warthog decoy for the rest of the day.
No other Warthogs come in for the rest of the day. That's hunting.
But the usual end of the day suspects arrived.
Note to self: Perhaps being prepared as soon as you get into the blind would be a good idea.