Wiley64
AH veteran
Once the duiker was collected, we head back to town to grab lunch, and regroup before we head out that afternoon for zebra and bushbuck and nyala. We arrived at an old nut farm about 30 minutes away, and decided to split up to make the most of the day. I was looking to let the 375 bark again on a disco donkey. The terrain continued to change to a truly tropical looking paradise, resembling east Africa with large vistas and rolling expanses of lush green growth. Antony was as excited as I was the get some reps under the belt of the 375, and as we climbed a small hill, I spotted a bunch of zebras 60 yards away. We went to neutral before we came into view of the herd and the truck rolled all the way back down the hill, hoping they had never seen us. We got out and stalked for a couple hundred yards and realized they were almost surrounded by beefmasters. Even though we got within 40 yards of them, we couldn’t get a clear shot, and eventually they sensed something and moved off.
Antony and I agreed that would have been too easy anyway, so we continued our search and relocated the group again a few hills away, this time we had much more breathing room from the start, and Antony said the plan would be to stalk to their hills adjacent ravine and shoot across it. As we began our stalk I realized how addictive this all was. I could do this every day. Once we finally got to the best visual angle, we realized the wind wasn’t great, so Antony set up the shooting sticks and told me to take the one on the left, and said the distance was 160 yards. He said that zebra have a natural bullseye baked into their coat, a black triangle forms on their shoulder, so just aim at that and you’ll be in the heart lung area.
I put the cross hairs on the black and white triangle and squeezed the trigger. Boom-thwap! I saw the zebra stumble hard as it wheeled around and took off after the shot, I knew I had my zebra. We walked down there and found my zebra 30 yards away, stone dead. Perfect shot, the 300 grain Barnes tsx had hit the heart. This was going to be a fantastic rug! What a day.
Antony and I agreed that would have been too easy anyway, so we continued our search and relocated the group again a few hills away, this time we had much more breathing room from the start, and Antony said the plan would be to stalk to their hills adjacent ravine and shoot across it. As we began our stalk I realized how addictive this all was. I could do this every day. Once we finally got to the best visual angle, we realized the wind wasn’t great, so Antony set up the shooting sticks and told me to take the one on the left, and said the distance was 160 yards. He said that zebra have a natural bullseye baked into their coat, a black triangle forms on their shoulder, so just aim at that and you’ll be in the heart lung area.
I put the cross hairs on the black and white triangle and squeezed the trigger. Boom-thwap! I saw the zebra stumble hard as it wheeled around and took off after the shot, I knew I had my zebra. We walked down there and found my zebra 30 yards away, stone dead. Perfect shot, the 300 grain Barnes tsx had hit the heart. This was going to be a fantastic rug! What a day.