Day 3, July 5
After breakfast, back to the same farm. Met with the owner who advised us that earlier that morning he had seen a nice warthog with a broken rear leg not far behind his house. So we headed down a trail to that area which was thick overgrown gully by my definition. We saw the pig quickly, but he saw us too! No chance for a shot. The PH, tracker and I dismounted and headed to where he was last seen. We spent probably 30 minutes looking for this animal but never saw him again, nor did our tracker pick up on any think he could follow. Off we headed to this farm's main hunting area again. After maybe driving 20 minutes, The PH and farm owner, also in the back of the truck called a halt. There was a fairly deep ditch on the right of the vehicle trail we were now on. They was a male bushbuck standing in the ditch. I couldn't see him, but Chris could. Just a problem with being short. After a few minutes the bushbuck decided to show himself, trotted out in the more open area about 50 yards away, then stopped and stood broadside looking at us. Easy shot for Chris or me, but we weren't hunting bushbuck. Also couldn't get to my camera in time before he ran off into more thickets. The second animal we had been told how hard it is to find one, at least on this property! Oh well, next time!!!
After lunch we went back to the same area and saw only a couple of animals for the afternoon. One being a nice warthog in a deep wide gully, who saw us too. Amazing how fast he moved running uphill. No shot.
The day was starting to close. We decided to head back to camp since we had seen so few animals that day after seeing animals every where to looked on the day before. We were at the gate where you enter/leave the property when the land owner received a phone call. It was the manager of the farm a short distance away where I had wounded the wildebeest some 52 hours earlier. Our land owner and PH talked in their language for a moment, the my PH explained to me the situation. The animal was alone and was obviously wounded since he was limping badly. I told the PH to tell the manger to shoot him and we would be over to collect him. The farm manager didn't have a gun with him! I'm thinking WHAT? out on a multi thousand acre game farm, nearly dark and no gun. Anyway that's for another story.
We told the manager to keep an eye on him if he could and we would head that way...(about a 30 minute rough trail ride). When we arrived at the scene, it was total darkness. The manager pointed in the animal's direction. I could not see him except for a very vague outline. So it was decided very quickly that my son, who had a much more powerful scope than I did and the PH who borrowed the manager's rifle, (he had a worker bring him his rifle from his house while we were heading to the site). They would engage the animal from the rear of the truck. The best I could tell, our wildebeest was about 30-35 yards away standing in the thicket looking away from us. But I was not sure at all. After Chris and the PH fired I think two shots each, we all headed that way on foot. I was behind them walking much slower due to total darkness and very rocky terrain. As I entered the thicket, there was one more shot. The animal had move probably 10-15 yards after being hit initially, then fell, but still holding his head up. The PH fired the last shot into him from only a few feet or yards away, finishing the roughly 52 hour ordeal!!! Many people played a part in finding this wounded animal, and three were directly involved in killing him. What a deal for a first hunting trip to Africa!!!