Foxi
AH legend
Usually we, two friends and I, drive at the end of September into the forest wilderness of the Carpathians to Romania, to experience the rut of red deer.
This time we didn't want to jump after the deer, but to experience another hunt and so we decided for Namibia.
For my friends their first hunting holiday in Africa.
An old Kudu bull stood for us in the first place, everything else was secondary. Booked through a German agent, Wolfgang Stöger,we came across the Lodge "Africa Awaits" near the town Gobabis, 100 km west of Botswana, at the extreme edge of the Kalahari. Region Omaheke .A semi desert.
For the first time, I spent my stay in Africa in a Burian community and have to say - great people who showed enormous hospitality and were 1000% hunters + first class hunting guides, with best trackers and dogs who always accompanied us (Ridgeback and Bavarian Bloodhoundmix). The lodge is almost too beautiful for a hunting holiday in Africa and enjoyed the luxury we did not expect.
Lodge Africa Awaits.The main house.
I don't want to bother you with the multitude of hunting highlights and shootings, just pick out a few episodes that occupied me the most.
We didn't take any weapons with us and I shot the boltaction rifle of the PH, a .375 H+H with a 200 gn copper hollow point bullet.
Spartan bullets, which I've never heard of, but were great in their effect, especially when it came to shooting through the bushes, where we German hunters have an enormous problem (at the beginning) and some game didn't get lost because I just didn't want to chirp through the thicket.
But, there must be and my caution was unfounded. My PH swears by this bullet.
Besides, in the discussion about bonded bullets the Phs didn't take part - bullet placement is their main demand, then nothing comes for a long time and then everything else.
.308 and .30-06 are the most common calibers there, up to the Eland .
Without batting an eyelid up to 200 m.
The wild boar from the first day
The Kudu tracks are identified and tracked like buffalo. Only with the difference that kudus are even more sensitive, enormously careful and the old guys smart like professors at the university. Our problem was that in the first days there were none, only young vegetables, and so I was afraid to be in a totally overhunted area.
At noon we hit an enormous boar, jumped from the car and stalked it. Pointed from the front through the bushes he secured us and I deliberately ignored the eternal shoot, shoot of the tracker. As soon as I had the shoulder free, I pulled for the trigger and shot over the stick as the boar started to move. Shit. My PH Christo, a 25 year old enormously experienced hunter, whistled his dogs and with "Hurra" they went after the track. I was sure not to have met him and had no hope that the dogs could provide a healthy boar. In a hurry we followed Matthäus our ingenious tracker and after half an hour through the midday heat, pretty much done (I) we heard the dogs barking. They had him. Not to be believed.
As we approached the barking, I saw the boar fighting with the dogs and Christo told me to look after his dogs. I promised him high and holy. Better the boar escapes me, than that I shoot his dogs.
The picture of the fighting troops was unique and the boar got us and slipped backwards into a hole and almost completely disappeared in it.
The PH said we should wait, then it would come out, but it didn't make any effort.
After a few minutes I went resolutely with the .375 to her to and hoped to defend her in time so it would attack.
Unfortunately the rifle scope was not to be dismantled (I hate that to shoot at short distance with the ZF) everything went now furiously fast . I jumped in front of the hole and before the boar could react correctly he already had my bullet in his skull.
What an exciting hunt, what a joy. We many of us all in the arms and I almost smothered the dogs with enthusiasm.
Old and almost the strongest of the season and then this hunt!!!!Unique.
in the back ,you can see the hole where he disappeared.
my PH Christo .
You can see the exit hole ?
Always to be carefully.
I shot in the middle of the head.Exits are not safe to caluclate.
Outside,the trackers Elephant and Matthäus,my PH Christo and his uncle Sepi.
The owner of the property.
And Ranger, one of the two dogs.
Thank you so much fellows.
Tomorrow it goes on.
Foxi
This time we didn't want to jump after the deer, but to experience another hunt and so we decided for Namibia.
For my friends their first hunting holiday in Africa.
An old Kudu bull stood for us in the first place, everything else was secondary. Booked through a German agent, Wolfgang Stöger,we came across the Lodge "Africa Awaits" near the town Gobabis, 100 km west of Botswana, at the extreme edge of the Kalahari. Region Omaheke .A semi desert.
For the first time, I spent my stay in Africa in a Burian community and have to say - great people who showed enormous hospitality and were 1000% hunters + first class hunting guides, with best trackers and dogs who always accompanied us (Ridgeback and Bavarian Bloodhoundmix). The lodge is almost too beautiful for a hunting holiday in Africa and enjoyed the luxury we did not expect.
I don't want to bother you with the multitude of hunting highlights and shootings, just pick out a few episodes that occupied me the most.
We didn't take any weapons with us and I shot the boltaction rifle of the PH, a .375 H+H with a 200 gn copper hollow point bullet.
Spartan bullets, which I've never heard of, but were great in their effect, especially when it came to shooting through the bushes, where we German hunters have an enormous problem (at the beginning) and some game didn't get lost because I just didn't want to chirp through the thicket.
But, there must be and my caution was unfounded. My PH swears by this bullet.
Besides, in the discussion about bonded bullets the Phs didn't take part - bullet placement is their main demand, then nothing comes for a long time and then everything else.
.308 and .30-06 are the most common calibers there, up to the Eland .
Without batting an eyelid up to 200 m.
The wild boar from the first day
The Kudu tracks are identified and tracked like buffalo. Only with the difference that kudus are even more sensitive, enormously careful and the old guys smart like professors at the university. Our problem was that in the first days there were none, only young vegetables, and so I was afraid to be in a totally overhunted area.
At noon we hit an enormous boar, jumped from the car and stalked it. Pointed from the front through the bushes he secured us and I deliberately ignored the eternal shoot, shoot of the tracker. As soon as I had the shoulder free, I pulled for the trigger and shot over the stick as the boar started to move. Shit. My PH Christo, a 25 year old enormously experienced hunter, whistled his dogs and with "Hurra" they went after the track. I was sure not to have met him and had no hope that the dogs could provide a healthy boar. In a hurry we followed Matthäus our ingenious tracker and after half an hour through the midday heat, pretty much done (I) we heard the dogs barking. They had him. Not to be believed.
As we approached the barking, I saw the boar fighting with the dogs and Christo told me to look after his dogs. I promised him high and holy. Better the boar escapes me, than that I shoot his dogs.
The picture of the fighting troops was unique and the boar got us and slipped backwards into a hole and almost completely disappeared in it.
The PH said we should wait, then it would come out, but it didn't make any effort.
After a few minutes I went resolutely with the .375 to her to and hoped to defend her in time so it would attack.
Unfortunately the rifle scope was not to be dismantled (I hate that to shoot at short distance with the ZF) everything went now furiously fast . I jumped in front of the hole and before the boar could react correctly he already had my bullet in his skull.
What an exciting hunt, what a joy. We many of us all in the arms and I almost smothered the dogs with enthusiasm.
Old and almost the strongest of the season and then this hunt!!!!Unique.
in the back ,you can see the hole where he disappeared.
my PH Christo .
You can see the exit hole ?
Always to be carefully.
I shot in the middle of the head.Exits are not safe to caluclate.
Outside,the trackers Elephant and Matthäus,my PH Christo and his uncle Sepi.
The owner of the property.
And Ranger, one of the two dogs.
Thank you so much fellows.
Tomorrow it goes on.
Foxi
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Sort of a hybrid thing. Heck you could even rope with it - though where you would hang the rope I truly do not know. We would normally tighten a rear cinch (girth), though not sure what that little strap would accomplish? These Boers .... 
