Day 7:
My last hunting day was truncated. I needed to get my Covid test for my return trip. Normally those are done (Game 4 Africa) in nearby Grahamstown. Due to a taxi strike which blocked the roads, we had to go to East London, which was a much farther drive. We left at 5 AM, got there at 7, got my test done, and then drove back to the lodge. We had a big late breakfast and then headed out one last time, in the early afternoon. We spent the day looking for the right kudu bull. I joked with Wik that it might be impossible: he seemed to only know how to find trophy bulls.
We had a couple of stalks not work out. We had a couple more wind up in bulls that were actually trophies. Irrespective of the outcome, it was so much fun to be putting stalks on such magnificent animals.
Finally, in the last hour of daylight, we put a stalk on a herd that Wik thought had a shooter bull in it. I have to confess that I have zero idea of what to look for in a management bull. Every bull I looked at either was clearly a younger bull or looked like a trophy to me. So, as I had with everything else during the week, I put my trust and faith in my professional hunter.
The herd kept moving away from us, at a steady pace. I don’t think they saw or heard, or caught our scent. They didn’t seemed spooked. They just seemed to me like they were on the move. At one point Wik’s pace was such that I was sucking wind a bit trying to keep up. And then, just when it seemed like the game was up, that daylight was going to leave us and bring the hunt to an end… we found him. He was at the bottom of a steep bluff, feeding. Wik got me set up, and told me the range was 150 yards. It was a very steep downward angle. The bull was walking away. Wik whistled. The bull looked back and turned just broadside enough to allow a shot, and I obliged. I knew it was a good hit, though I didn’t see him go down. Wik said he did see him go down, so we made our way down the steep slope. Did I mention I’m a naturally clumsy sort?
With the last moments of daylight in one direction, and the full moon rising in the other, we converged on my tenth animal of my first African hunt. I could not have been happier. I will savor those five days for the rest of my life, and they will fuel my dreams of returning to Africa to experience it again, this time with my daughter.
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