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NAMIBIA: FROM THE SMALLEST TO THE GREATEST
NAMIBIA: Von den Kleinsten bis zu den Größten

There was no time to set up the sticks! I was shooting from the hand. The distance was about 40 meters and my hands were hard to steady.
I wanted the stick or any kind of rest badly, but that was not an option. The crosshairs came up at perfect position, but still, the crosshairs were moving too much. Holding the breath in sweat after entire morning in the bush was hard.
Slowly, I squeezed the trigger, to the best of my ability.
The rifle went “Click” instead of “Bang”, followed by the moment of silence that lasted for ever!
There and then, totally frozen, I thought the world will stop!
Then I cycled the bolt….
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The preliminary idea of this hunt was born in 2018. After previous two plains game hunts were I have collected most common Namibian plains game species. This time I wanted to hunt eland, and waterbuck.
In January 2020, I made commitment for this trip, signed the contract and paid deposit for this hunt.
Then, the global pandemic started, and the hunt had to be postponed. I left the deposit untouched to agent and outfitter, and had the agent withdraw the funds for plane tickets, and let him keep the funds for next opportunity.
The long months of global epidemics accompanied with various national lock downs followed.
But the time was not spent in vein. I was not at rest.
The second thought in parallel with waterbuck and eland hunt in Namibia, was buffalo hunt in ZIm, or RSA. And for this I needed a rifle.
The choice of rifle was mauser type, CRF, and in range of 3 possible calibers from 375 H&H, 404 Jeffery, and 416 Rigby. 416 Rigby, although very appealing, was not optional for European hunts, as it would be overkill in my homeland hunting grounds.
404 Jeffery, was problematic with local purchase of factory ammo, and standing high in local over kill department.
Thus the caliber of choice, for buffalo, for one gun safari PG and DG, and occasional European hunt came down to one and most obvious.
375 H&H!
Magnum length action, of m98 type, is no longer common merchandise. Neither is mass produced. Nor it is available in local gun shops. So, being old fashioned dinosaur, and mindful of my own budget, I went the route of second hand market. I came to following picks, depending of availability: ZKK 602, CZ 550, or in the worst case scenario, Winchester m 70, or Zastava M70 (With all upgrades and debugging to go later, as necessary). With all due respect, of riflemans rifle Winchester, or robust zastava, Czech rifles were the first choice for their magnum length action, and dove tail on double square bridge design, for strong fitting the scope mounts, while the later two are only drilled and tapped, and on medium action, with smaller magazine capacity, but in the lack of any better, I decided I will take them if need be.
And the search for my buffalo gun was on!
In September, 2020, during all covid lock downs, a chance appeared!
With great luck, I stumbled upon a ZKK 602, vintage 1985, 375 H&H on internet, which was on the market for reasonable price.
Immediately, I reserved the rifle, by international satellite phone call from my job at the time in UAE, and on first chance on getting home, I went to collect it. The previous owner, did not want to take any down payment (although offered from my side), but promised to keep the rifle for me, when I get home.
My purchase permit was valid, and ready.
On arrival home, the drive of 300 km in one direction went with great expectations, and was followed by 300 km drive to get back home with rifle in the trunk. Next day the 375 was registered in my name, in local police station.
Now the upgrades had to be done. Next step was to visit my friend and gunsmith in his workshop, locally known amongst the gun owners as “The Cat”.
For first level of rifle upgrades the job done was floating the barrel, smoothing the trigger, Czech safety (safety on – forward) to be reworked to safety off forward, glass bedding, removing the fixed mount with large scope 8x56, to detachable German swing mounts and fitting more elegant scope Swarovski 1.7-10x42. Steel scope rings of magnum type, with 6 crews on front ring.
This was the list of basic jobs to be done, for Africa, having in mind first, and foremost – the Buffalo!
As it was done, in a way of hurry, just to start shooting at range, the second level of upgrades will be done later, but this was satisfactory as a first step for practical field use. For second level of upgrades in mind, I will dedicate some time and efforts later in more convenient time. New rifle and me with it, needed some quality range time asap!
Ammo, depending very much on local availability was at first, for basic zeroing and training PPU 300 grain, RNSP, and in time I managed to get Norma Swift A Frame, 300 grain, for next African trip. Swift A, will be kept in safe, till that opportunity.
Two months later, the rifle was tested, zeroed for PPU, and upgraded, and resting in my locker. Several times taken to the local range. It was all done before the end of 2020.
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But global pandemics, still raged across the World, and my job schedule, was totally chaotic, affected by various quarantines and international flight regulations, making it impossible to plan for any type of private international trip to Africa. Year 2021 was uneventful, for my safari plans.

Long days were passing one by one.

So, I had to wait. And wait I did, for next year.

On the end of 2021, I had a work project in north of Europe, the global pandemics apparently was relaxing, and I started looking for Buffalo hunt in Zim.

Zim (not Namibia) was first choice, because my job schedule was not yet fixed, but to Zim I could fly without visa on short notice, while for Namibia I will need visa, for visa I need time, and that, in still unpredictable job schedule, was not possible to make.

So, I thought, buffalo will go first in Zim, and eland and waterbuck in Namibia on next opportunity.

I was in contact with outfitter sponsor of this forum for Buffalo hunt at beginning of this year, but for target dates in April, I was not able to confirm the schedule yet, and this opportunity slipped away.

So, by March l this year, again, I lost the hopes for safari this year.

Man plans, but the god loughs:

Unexpectedly, and suddenly, my company decided to send me to another project, making my next leave longer than usual, giving me 2 and a half months of next leave at home!

A window of opportunity, and hopes suddenly came back! I could finally see the light on the end of tunnel!

Zim? Or Namibia? What will it be? For Zim, at the moment I was out options.

Putting buffalo plans in Zim, aside (temporarily), sometime late in March, I gave a call to my hunting agent, about options to hunt Eland and Waterbuck in Namibia as it was originally planned in 2020 .

And the answer was, group of 5 hunters has a schedule for one week safari, from May, this year! 6 weeks to go, which gave enough time to make visa, when I get home from job!

From my previous research and readings, I knew the eland is ever moving game, not territorial and will be hunted on tracks, eland is unpredictable in movement and will need dedication of hunter and PH.

Waterbuck is territorial, dependent on his waterholes, and will be much easier to find.

At that moment, I was still at work, and I was to go for my leave in two days. So I took myself 48 hours to decide, and give the agent my confirmation by that deadline, before going home.

Finally, I went for it. And I confirmed.

Then and then,, I was committed and restless.

Alea iacta est!

On arrival home, on the first working day I sent my visa application, photos, documents, and passport to Namibian embassy.

While waiting for the visa, the time was short, and the time was not wasted. Getting the Pelican 1750 case was one thing.

Training for hunt, was another

Training followed from sticks, using 22lr, 308 win, 30-06, and very conservative 375 H&H, mostly with PPU (6 eur / round for Norma SAF makes the round, not for plinking, but more for cold sweating after each shot during zeroing, and it took me 6 shots to zero, not that I am counting). During last training session, rifle was re-zeroed to norma.

As the time went by, in my mind, this hunt will be also field test of the rifle, for the greatest hunt to come later. The buffalo.

In order to have regular night sleep, I tried not to think of forthcoming trip.

Visa and ppt came back within 12 days or so.

One week before the trip, I was ready with full plan: Main goal was to hunt waterbuck and eland. Secondary targets of opportunity was small game: steenbok, duiker, baboon, jackal, honey badger, and similar (baboon is top of the second target list). Also, I wouldn’t mind shooting something for bait, or camp meat.

Second part of trip: The group of 5 hunters will go back home after a week hunt, and I will stay for three more days and take a guide (my PH) to travel to Etosha national park, hoping to get a photo of black rhino, or Etosha ele.
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The trip with Ethiopian arilines was uneventful, long and pleasant. There is no way to get from Europe to hunting grounds of Namibia in less then a day.
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On arrival to Hosea Kutako airport, I just stopped counting the days, and decided to take hunt as it comes, having continuous feeling that the eland will be difficult, and maybe not successful. And if that happened I decided just to live with it.

Gun clearance with help of our PH Filip, was smooth.

In camp, first day, rifles of the group were zeroed, after the lunch.

The hunt will start tomorrow
 
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FIRST HUNTING DAY

First hunting day was promising. A young eland came out. Unexpectedly. PH Christian, said to take him, for the meat on the farm. At 80 meters distance first shot went through both shoulders, lungs and heart. I was somewhat surprised he was still standing and as he kept walking and faced me. When facing me I fired two more consecutive shots to his chest. One went through the side of chest, and norma swift a frame bullet was found in hind leg, under the skin, in perfect mushroom.

So far, so good!

I did not know then that that was the last of easy ones. Because what followed in fortcoming days was lots of stalking and walking, and the worst shooting on my side ever!.

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Nice start, sorry to hear about what is coming but looking forward to it.
 
I NEVER MISS!

Just before going to afternoon hunt, first or second hunting day, while getting to the car, I went back to collect some items for my backpack. So the guys shouted to hurry up. I came back by saying, don’t worry for me if a bit late, because I never miss!

The moment I said it, I regretted it, and wanted to bite my tongue.
But the words were spoken, and left to hang in the air.

And so, the day came…. We were after waterbuck, this afternoon.

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Short drive from camp, to place where near the waterhole the waterbucks roam. We saw several waterbuck cows at water, from the dusty road, at distance. Two bucks with them. Good ones.

We stopped and observed. One buck came around females from the bush, and the stalk was on.

We moved down the road with car to finnd better place to leave the bakkie, as much as possible down the wind, getting it now from the side. Not perfect but acceptable. Before getting out of the car, I removed the jacket, and binocular, took the rifle, and spare ammo in the pocket. Christian took the stick. The terrain was relatively steep, and rocky, each step twisted my foot on uneven ground. I thought I was making too much noise, tried to improve and kept close behind Christian. We made a wide turn while stalking to get wind as good as possible, and came approaching to 300 meters, where bush became thin, as ravine was opening. We kept onwards slowly, and carefully moving forward, to the last bush, that provided some thin cover.

Sticks went up.

I wanted to get closer, but that bush was the last bush. That’s it.

Its gonna be a long shot. I wasnt feeling too confident about it.

Zwei hundert zwanzig! Schießen! (two hundred twenty, shoot!)

The heart is beating, adrenalin works, I rested the 375 on sticks. The crosshair are still shaky, but I try to work the best possible way, and aim a bit higher on shoulder.

Shot breaks the silence, and in the recoil I lost the waterbuck from the sight.

When I found my view back on the scope and waterbuck in same position, I heard my PH saying:

Overshot, miss! Again!

Buck stood still, didn’t move. Looking around and, about what is buzzing around his head???

I worked the bolt, placing new round in chamber, and took aim.

Admittedly, I was a bit exited,but nevertheless tried to steady the aim, in the same time feeling extremely and undeservedly lucky to have a second chance at that buck.

Was it a buckfever?

Crosshair came on target, I repeated the process. And shot is fired.

Havoc starts now, waterbuck cows run to left, and my waterbuck run to the right, to the bush, and is lost from sight.

You missed again, says my PH!

How, I have no idea?! I did not hear a dull sound of bullet hitting home, and thought that PH must be right…

What next? Hunt another day, I was thinking to myself?!

We took a moment to wait, and then off we went to the place where he was standing.

Slowly.

No blood, nothing. We then took the walk to the water hole in front, step by step, looking around and between the bushes. I wasn’t proud of my shooting, and I felt bad about it.

As we came on top of the embankment surrounding the water hole from our side, I was certain we will not see this animal again. We turned left, still looking around, and moving in general direction of the dusty road from which we came.

As we walked less carefully, on opposite side and across the water hole to the right I noticed a movement. Waterbuck head came out of bush and in a moment the animal was out and broadside.

Shhh, look, Christian, on the right, waterbuck!

Naaah, it’s a cow!

I see horns
! I whispered.

Binos went up: Its yours! It is the same!

Sticks went up in a second, again! Waterbuck seams uninterested, still keeping his left broadside open!

Hundert zehn! Schießen! (hundred and ten, shoot)

Having now, a third chance on same animal, and having much better distance, as in old adage to get as close as possible, my self-confidence at miserable level till then, somehow went up in an instant!

Rifle went up on sticks, I took moment to aim, and fired!

I saw the buck going down in his tracks, in a recoil of rifle, in my lower end of scope vision.

Down in tracks, I said!

Down in tracks is not always good, said PH.

I chambered the next round, and waited with rifle on stick for waterbuck in case he gets up. But The cloud of dust, soon quietly settled, and no further movement was to be seen from our position.

So, after some minutes, we went to check, and found him shot to the spot where neck meets the shoulder, but still trying to move and one more shot was necessary to close the deal.

We confirmed It was “my waterbuck”, because on closer examination we found a fresh bullet scratch on front part of his hind leg, which probably was my second shot. (disaster...)

As the waterbuck was loaded in the bakkie, the sun was setting down, quietly concluding this early day of safari. From now on, all of my remaining and following time and team efforts on the hunting grounds will be dedicated to eland.

I had a feeling its not gonna be easy.

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Nice start, sorry to hear about what is coming but looking forward to it.
Thanks for sympathy, highly appreciated! (y)

As you could already notice from the start of the report till now, the challenges will be unpredicatble and each time of different type.
But you know what the marines say, to adapt, to improvise, to overcome... ;)

But when the waterbuck was down, from third attempt, and being third time lucky, i seriously wondered have I run out of luck now? Even the luck has its limits! However, I put that thought away, just enjoying the moment and handshakes (and jokes on me) from the team! I had the beautiful animal of my dreams now! I was trully happy, and in the same time somehow feeling modest and small.
Stay tuned.
 
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I NEVER MISS!

Just before going to afternoon hunt, first or second hunting day, while getting to the car, I went back to collect some items for my backpack. So the guys shouted to hurry up. I came back by saying, don’t worry for me if a bit late, because I never miss!

The moment I said it, I regretted it, and wanted to bite my tongue.
But the words were spoken, and left to hang in the air.

And so, the day came…. We were after waterbuck, this afternoon.

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Short drive from camp, to place where near the waterhole the waterbucks roam. We saw several waterbuck cows at water, from the dusty road, at distance. Two bucks with them. Good ones.

We stopped and observed. One buck came around females from the bush, and the stalk was on.

We moved down the road with car to finnd better place to leave the bakkie, as much as possible down the wind, getting it now from the side. Not perfect but acceptable. Before getting out of the car, I removed the jacket, and binocular, took the rifle, and spare ammo in the pocket. Christian took the stick. The terrain was relatively steep, and rocky, each step twisted my foot on uneven ground. I thought I was making too much noise, tried to improve and kept close behind Christian. We made a wide turn while stalking to get wind as good as possible, and came approaching to 300 meters, where bush became thin, as ravine was opening. We kept onwards slowly, and carefully moving forward, to the last bush, that provided some thin cover.

Sticks went up.

I wanted to get closer, but that bush was the last bush. That’s it.

Its gonna be a long shot. I wasnt feeling too confident about it.

Zwei hundert zwanzig! Schießen! (two hundred twenty, shoot!)

The heart is beating, adrenalin works, I rested the 375 on sticks. The crosshair are still shaky, but I try to work the best possible way, and aim a bit higher on shoulder.

Shot breaks the silence, and in the recoil I lost the waterbuck from the sight.

When I found my view back on the scope and waterbuck in same position, I heard my PH saying:

Overshot, miss! Again!

Buck stood still, didn’t move. Looking around and, about what is buzzing around his head???

I worked the bolt, placing new round in chamber, and took aim.

Admittedly, I was a bit exited,but nevertheless tried to steady the aim, in the same time feeling extremely and undeservedly lucky to have a second chance at that buck.

Was it a buckfever?

Crosshair came on target, I repeated the process. And shot is fired.

Havoc starts now, waterbuck cows run to left, and my waterbuck run to the right, to the bush, and is lost from sight.

You missed again, says my PH!

How, I have no idea?! I did not hear a dull sound of bullet hitting home, and thought that PH must be right…

What next? Hunt another day, I was thinking to myself?!

We took a moment to wait, and then off we went to the place where he was standing.

Slowly.

No blood, nothing. We then took the walk to the water hole in front, step by step, looking around and between the bushes. I wasn’t proud of my shooting, and I felt bad about it.

As we came on top of the embankment surrounding the water hole from our side, I was certain we will not see this animal again. We turned left, still looking around, and moving in general direction of the dusty road from which we came.

As we walked less carefully, on opposite side and across the water hole to the right I noticed a movement. Waterbuck head came out of bush and in a moment the animal was out and broadside.

Shhh, look, Christian, on the right, waterbuck!

Naaah, it’s a cow!

I see horns
! I whispered.

Binos went up: Its yours! It is the same!

Sticks went up in a second, again! Waterbuck seams uninterested, still keeping his left broadside open!

Hundert zehn! Schießen! (hundred and ten, shoot)

Having now, a third chance on same animal, and having much better distance, as in old adage to get as close as possible, my self-confidence at miserable level till then, somehow went up in an instant!

Rifle went up on sticks, I took moment to aim, and fired!

I saw the buck going down in his tracks, in a recoil of rifle, in my lower end of scope vision.

Down in tracks, I said!

Down in tracks is not always good, said PH.

I chambered the next round, and waited with rifle on stick for waterbuck in case he gets up. But The cloud of dust, soon quietly settled, and no further movement was to be seen from our position.

So, after some minutes, we went to check, and found him shot to the spot where neck meets the shoulder, but still trying to move and one more shot was necessary to close the deal.

We confirmed It was “my waterbuck”, because on closer examination we found a fresh bullet scratch on front part of his hind leg, which probably was my second shot. (disaster...)

As the waterbuck was loaded in the bakkie, the sun was setting down, quietly concluding this early day of safari. From now on, all of my remaining and following time and team efforts on the hunting grounds will be dedicated to eland.

I had a feeling its not gonna be easy.

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All's well that ends well. Lovely waterbuck. The hunting Gods felt you deserved him.
 
I like your story!

Gregor was in Namibia at the same time, by chance were you there with him? Just curious.
 
I'll be near your home hunting with him in September. If I miss my mouflon, I'll buy you a beer and you can console me... And laugh!
 
AND SO IT STARTS

Morning, darkness, bright stars and milky way above. I woke up first as usual, and went out to enjoy early morning, and fresh air of the surroundings, and sat in the chair in front of my room. The red eastern horizon has not shown its colors yet. Southern cross is visible in the Namibian sky, it is till dark, and the dawn of new day is just about to rise. Greek Ptolomy was writing of this constellation, in the time when the cross was still visible from Europe, and much much before the precession and equinox of the earth eventually moved the constellation below northern horizons, when it was soon forgotten by contemporary astronomers of Europe.

Then the Southern Cross constellation was rediscovered by first explorers of southern hemisphere around 15th century. And ever since it remained as symbol of Southern sky –an iconic symbol of the far end of the World where very few have ever travelled, becoming equal in importance to early navigators, as well known pole start in the north.

It became my habit in past, when getting across the equator, to check for the southern cross. It brings me to some other time, and another place.

I woke up early as usual, and enjoyed the birth of new day, waiting for the rest of camp to wake up. Christian will move across the camp first, and will start up the coffee machine in messroom for which I eagerly wait, still at dark and surrounded only by orchestra and cacophony of local birds.

Breakfast was light and delicious. And morning coffee was just perfect together with dose of nicotine.

It was time to go.
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I'll be near your home hunting with him in September. If I miss my mouflon, I'll buy you a beer and you can console me... And laugh!
If you will be hunting in same place where I was, as desribed in my croatian thread, then:
1. terrain is difficult, and you need to be persistent, and plan few days for it
2. You will be passing near my place, so we should organise a drink or bbq at my place after the hunt. I just hope I will be home on leave then.
 
Very nice hunt so far Mark, although you have written with a foreboding tone, I hope the rest of the hunt will go better :) an excellent waterbuck by the way.

Did you find out what caused you to miss the first two shots? Was it buck fever? Overconfidence? Exhaustion? Other?
 
Missing in such circumstances is not tecnical matter (like for example failure to fire, what happened later after few days, with cause established) I think, all of the above. Sub contience works, and I was not feeling positive of the shot. Buckfever, distance, uneven foothold, maybe other factors, or all of it. On the third shot, gut feeling was opposite. I knew it will be good.
 
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I am right with you on the true joy of seeing a different set of stars in the early mornings in africa. I loved getting up early so I could have quiet time alone. It is a special experience to be out there and contemplate the unknown adventure of the coming day.

Thank you for your hunting report! Keep going!
 
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Tian, the tracker and me got from the car, and moved quietly to a dried mud pool to check for tracks of Eland. Amongts the many tracks, eland tracks of promising size and age were found. So, off we went after him. From time to time we lost the track in tall grass and bush, but eventually we would find it again, and kept following. When the track was lost, it was found again in the shade of acacia tree, where the grass is scarce and red sand dominates. So, for next hours we kept on like that, in more or less continuous general direction. The tracking is fine, but the swirling wind is not.
The wind constantly changed and it got to our back, at our 6. Not good.

Step by step, we got from dense bush to the edge of large clearing, where we stopped, to observe.Two blue wildeebests were on clearing, but soon they got our wind and moved away.

There was a movement in faraway bush, across the clearing, 100 meters away. This triggered a bit of hope in me.

But, no eland. Giraffes! A light gust of wind caught our back, and made giraffes to the move. They moved, but as we were not located by them yet, and wind changed again when they moved towards us, across the clearing, they started running, got our wind again, turned and made running full circle infront of us, 8 giraffes, 15, 20 meters from our position, and in gallop completed the turn and left to the bush. Away. Dust remained in the air, with diminishing sounds of their gallop as they disappeared in the bush.

We moved away. Still looking for eland.

Looking at tracker at work, is like looking at master artist. Loosing the track, and finding it again, and keeping on.

When the morning stalk reached the noon, and lunch time Tian called the car on radio, and we met them on next local road.

Eland lives another day.

The moments in the bush are long, but the days of hunting between breakfast and dinner, are gone in a second. And so the days are passing. Too fast.

We tried all the methods. Finding the fresh tracks on the road, and following up. Climbing the highest mountain, and observing the bush from high grounds. And everytime, when fresh track was found or eland bull was spotted from the hill, we tried hard, and we were not able to approach, mostly for the always changing wind.

Opportunity of shot has not come yet.

The day started by climbing to highest hill. And It started promising.
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We located a bull. I was with Lupo, Christians brother, then we went for it. Down the hill we went, and in to the bush. We came very close to eland bull. If shot was to be taken, it would be very close.

Then, the wind changed direction, and all I heard was the sound of running animal in distance, and crushing branches.

After, that day, in the afternoon, the the search for eland was uneventful.

After at least three or four days, with numerous and continuous attempts I became worried. Maybe, after all, I will not get that eland?! Maybe one week is not enough! Time is getting shorter. And my moral was on the low. Now, I was short of time.

And I deeply felt, it was not fair, with so many hopes. As Ernest Hemingway has put it:
“Now it is pleasant to hunt something that you want very much over a long period of time, being
outwitted, out‐maneuvered, and failing at the end of each day, but having the hunt and knowing
every time you are out that, sooner or later, your luck will change and that you will get the chance
that you are seeking. But it is not pleasant to have a time limit by which you must get your kudu or
perhaps never get it, nor even see one. It is not the way hunting should be.”


Running out of time, is not the way hunting should be!
But to me then and there, it looked just like that. Unfair, short of time, and I was very much worried.
 
The pressure is rising!

Hemingway’s quote accurately describes the frustration when hunting on a schedule. I try to say to myself that there is always another outing next month or next year. But I struggle too!

No chance on a baboon either?
 

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