Day 4 of my Safari, Willem decided it was time to go look for the grey ghost “kudu” since the season was now open. We headed to his family’s property which was an hour away down some of the roughest roads you could imagine, these guys are not only professional hunters they are also Baja truck drivers, they know the roads like the back of there hands and navigate it like the vehicles are computer driven. We make it to the driveway of the family farm, but when I say driveway, it’s more like a 5 mile road leading you to the promise land! As we are going up the drive our master tracker Patrick notices some movement and taps the top of the vehicle to get us to stop, we immediately pull over and start glassing, the game here is plentiful, we glass up some impala, blesbok, and springbok then I hear this sound I thought was King Kong bellowing down at us, I ask Willem “what is that”? He replies with “baboons” they were on alert and already in the cliffs warning the others of our presence, it is a very eerie sound. Meanwhile, we kept glassing and we turned up a kudu cow at some distance away, I point it out to Willem and he says we need to get in closer and see if there’s a bull with her since they are rutting, I agreed with him and the hike was on. You may think of Africa as flat open terrain, at least I did, it’s not! Deep valleys, large cliffs, tall mountains, and thick brush with 5 inch long thorns on them that rip at your clothing like they are trying to strip you naked. So we make it through this obstacle course and get to a vantage point where we were in some shade trees and started glassing, immediately we spot the cow, and bedded below her we see the twist of a horn, “ the grey ghost”, we sit there watching as she was feeding, watching the horn move here and there, then finally he stands and we see his head. His vitals are blocked by the thick brush so the waiting game was on, we waited for him to feed out from behind the brush, and when he did I was already set up on the sticks, sitting down, elbows rested on my knees peering through the scope, anxiously waiting for Willem to say take the shot. He says “268” yards aim right where you wanna hit, I touch the trigger and the 300 win. Mag barks, Willem hits me on the back and says “you dumped him” he was down before I even lowered the gun, I caught a glimpse of movement and see my kudu bull rolling down the steep slope and he comes to rest in a very large thicket of thorns. Now the work was to begin, we make our way back to the vehicle and head up the mountain to retrieve my bull, we call in reinforcements, Willems father, brother, friends and the ranch hands “trackers”. We made our way up the mountain and look down to see the cavalry on there way, as we get to my bull we see he is still alive, I knew what had happened, I hit him high and paralyzed him, so I took aim once again and put another bullet in to this magnificently beautiful creature, I felt bad as my first shot wasn’t an immediate kill and I apologized to the animal as I walked up to it after I sealed the deal. We as hunters want the fastest most humane kill possible, it doesn’t always happen, we miss, we make poor shots, this is reality! We respect the animals we pursue and don’t want any suffering. Once again I touch this beautiful animal and thank everyone around for letting me come and experience this. Now to get this thing off the mountain! Back home we would clean, cape, and quarter an animal of this size, but not in Africa, these guys are animals in there own, the cavalry shows up, jump out of the vehicle, long metal rods and they make there way down to the bull. They roll the bull onto the rods, “kind of like a gurney”, and start counting, on 3 they all move one step at a time, over and over they do this, and they make there way up to the vehicle within 10 minutes. I was amazed to say the least. We set up and take pictures, load the elk sized animal into the truck, then headed back to the processing shed to drop the bull off. We make our way back to another area a little lower on the ranch and we spot some springbok, we take a good look at them and see a nice one in the group, we make our way into position over looking the valley they are in and they are heading our way. We sit and wait as they file in 1 by 1 until the male comes into view, I’m set up on the sticks just as I was when I shot my kudu, Willem ranges him, “184 yards” I squeezed the trigger and it was a clean miss, the animals are looking around at this time wondering what’s going on, but I still have a shot, I squeeze the trigger again, and another miss “what the hell” I’m steady as can be, they bound of but in our direction, Willem says to me calm down we will get another shot, sure enough at 125 yards he stopped, Willem tells me “aim a little lower, your shooting over him” so I squeeze the trigger another time, I look up at Willem after the shot and ask “ did I hit him”? He laughs at me and says nope, another miss, how? what the hell was I doing? I was starting to doubt my ability now. We hiked out of the area and started to glass for them again, as we are glassing I spotted another kudu bull, Willem says to me “he looks like a wide one”, I really wanted a wide one, but I had just taken a beautiful bull, well let’s see how close we can get and look at him a little better. We worked our way down the mountain side and get within 218 yards, we catch movement in the brush and throw up the binoculars, cow and a calf ! With x-ray vision Willem picks apart the last spot we saw the bull, he grabs me and points to a dark spot in the thicket, “that’s the bull right there”, I look into the shadows and can see the magnificent wide warrior standing broadside and without hesitation I settled the cross hairs and fired, we see him flip over backwards, but not knowing if he was down and out we sent in the trackers while we sat and watched the escape route, within a few minutes the trackers were on him and they started to yell, not knowing what they were saying, I asked Willem, he replied, “he’s down and dead” we make our way up to this magnificent bull and that’s when it hits me, wait a minute, I just shot 2 great bulls in one day, before lunch, I was in awe and utterly excited, from the highest of high to the lowest of lows, the adrenaline was wearing me out. We loaded up this beautiful animal and made it back to the processing shed, cut out the liver and the back straps, fired up the bbq and grilled up the best tasting meat I have ever eaten, I ate like a king, fresh squeezed orange juice, kudu liver and fillets, and a wonderful South African pastry as desert. I was fat, full and tired, but we still had a few hours to hunt, so we loaded up in search for those elusive little bushbuck, we get into an area and we start glassing, immediately, Patrick spots some mountain reedbuk, and the stalk was on, once again this animal wasn’t on my list to take, but we had an opportunity. We make it up the steep terrain to the last area we saw them, Willem grabs my arm, “500 yards up the hill”, tells me where to aim, I fired and missed, over the hill they went, frustrated at missing again Willem tells me that’s a very small target at a good distance with a strong cross wind, “everybody misses” I shake my head and laugh it off, then he tells me “but not everyone gets the opportunity to shot at a trophy Vaal reehbuck” dumbfounded I said “what? I thought it was a mountain reedbuk” well unbeknownst to me when we crested the hill there were more than Mountain reedbuks, I just missed the holy grail of a trophy! Well you can’t win them all! As we start working our way side hilling it back to the truck, Willem tells me to get down, he sets up the sticks and I crawl over to him, he points out two animals and tells me the one on the left is the male, 198 yards, squeeze the trigger and he drops, we made our way over to the animal and I had my very first mountain reedbuck. Apparently with the suppressed rifles those animals didn’t hear my shot just minutes ago, we set up for pictures as the light was fading quickly, hauled the animal to the vehicle and headed back to the lodge for some much needed relaxation, 2 trophy kudu bulls and a mountain reedbuck in one day that I’m going to happily display in my home forever. #KUIUNATION