Dagga Kudu
So it was on the truck a bit after daylight to go ensure the rifles were sighted in on our first morning. The .375 was right on and needed no adjustment. My .470 double however needed a bit of adjustment. Not sure why, but perhaps because I had changed the battery in the Trijicon RMR sight just before leaving.
After that we were off to scout for buffalo. It is a brand new season and a bit of research was needed to find tracks of buffalo near known water holes. With daylight actually working against us in the morning, we were behind the buffalo. However a number of tracks of suspected duggaboys were found and gave us options to work with for day 2. The evening hunt was much the same result.
On our way out in the morning, about 20 minutes from camp is a very large pan, holding lots of water and lots of feed. It is an oasis and there's lots of wildlife that stay in this area of what they have named the Presidential Pan. Impala, waterbuck, kudu, warthogs were seen there.
A brief pause here to describe wildlife sightings. Hunting pressure in the L9 block is quite limited. Quota is pretty tight and as such the animals are fairly calm at the sight of a truck. Not all, but most of the time the animals will move away from the truck if fairly close, but usually don't run off for the next block. As such, if you can see the animals, you can usually get a fair idea of age and trophy quality. And so it was early evening as we came back by the Presidential Pan.
On the other side of the pan were 3 kudu bulls. One of which immediately caught mine and Jaco's eye. I had told Jaco I was looking for a 55" bull or better. I could see he was deep curled and thought he might make that number.
Jaco was guessing him to be 53-54 inches, perhaps better, but not likely. We decided to circle around to the other side of the pan to get a closer look at the bull as well as the other animals that were further away.
As we came around, the kudu came into closer view of course. Again I was thinking this bull was pretty good, but again Jaco wasn't sure it would make that 55" mark. Well.....I may not want to take the bull.....but my wife Donna has not taken a kudu......and this one would make a fine first I thought. I shared the thought with Jaco and he agreed and so did Donna.
So off we went on a stalk. Now in this area the cover isn't so thick and in fact it was a bit too open. We were able to get within 200 yards of the bulls, but no closer. Jaco looked back at me to ask if that was good, I waved it off. I got Donna shooting my .375, but I was keeping her to 100 yard or less. She's still quite new to hunting and I didn't want to push her past that distance.
Well the kudu make us and head out. But again, they don't head off for parts unknown. We are able to shortly get back on them and now are within 100 yards. The bull is facing us head on with a bit of brush in front of him. I'm wanting to wait until he turns broadside to give a better shot for Donna but Jaco is concerned now with us bumping him a 2nd time that his next move will be to bolt much further.
So Jaco coaches Donna on where to place the shot, on the neck where it connects to the body. Donna confirms she's got it and lets a bullet fly. Damn if she didn't drop him in his tracks. The bull is kicking still and a finishing shot was taken. But that first shot was a killing shot.
It was quite fun for me to watch Donna's reaction to all of this, she was quite proud of herself.
Now the kudu rut is on and there's no doubt this old boy still thinks he's the boss bull around. Somewhere along the line he'd bin thrashing his face and horns in the mud. As such I've nicknamed him Dagga Kudu. He was quite old, turning almost blue like an old Eland. His mane was nearly gone.
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Now the funny part. A little later after we are back at camp and have showered and get settled in for dinner, Jaco is grimacing. It seems while we were getting ready for dinner he measured the kudu. It came in unofficially of course at 55 3/8". He is apologizing, but I don't know why. Sure it was what I was after, but I was just as happy that my wife took him and will enjoy the trophy on the wall just the same.