September 11, 2015
I woke up 5 times last night in anticipation of this morning, my first day of hunting in Africa! After a quick breakfast, we were off and running. We departed at 0615 and would be out the entire day, a take away lunch was packed and we would be back for dinner. We arrived at the property we would be hunting in short order and proceeded through the gate. I, my PH Sarel, and our tracker Samuel were in the truck heading towards whatever Africa had in store for me.
Sarel and I got into the high seat in the back of the truck and Samuel took the wheel. We were driving for approximately 15 minutes when Sarel spotted a group of Impala in some cover and the stalk was on. We moved in Sarel glassing the entire time. He had spotted a large ram, one he had seen in the past and couldn’t get his client a shot at. As we moved closer, the wind was swirling and we were almost busted. A few ewes had moved in very close to use and spooked just a bit, causing part of the herd to make a short run. Once things calmed back down, we edged forward again, only to realize the true size of the herd, which we found to be around 50 animals. The ram we were after had moved and we had to back track a bit to get the angle necessary to relocate him. After about 20 minutes more, the heard spooked a bit again thanks to the wind and I was presented with a frontal shot at about 160 meters. On the sticks and a gentle squeeze of the trigger and I had my first African animal, a truly fantastic Impala ram!
We saw Gemsbok, Zebra, and Red Hartebeest, the zebra gave us the slip and we decided to look for a suitable Gemsbok. After following tracks for about an hour we saw a single bull along with a bull Eland standing under a tree in the shade. We began to stalk closer and within 5 minutes the Eland began to head away from us taking the Gemsbok with it. We followed and after about an hour we found the Gemsbok bedded. One shot through the shoulder at approximately 100 meters and I had my second African animal before lunch! He was a beautiful old bull with both of his horns broomed and splintered. But he was also very thin and probably would not have survived the next few weeks. So in the end, it turned out to be a perfect animal to take from the land.
Now it was time to call Samuel on the radio and have him pick up the Gemsbok and take both of the animals back to camp to be processed at the skinning shed. Sarel and I would hunt around a bit until Samuel returned and then we would find some shade to have lunch. After about an hour, Samuel met us and we headed for a large tree near a water hole. There we pulled the truck under the tree as far as possible for some shade from the oppressive heat (over 100 degrees).
Thankfully, there was a decent breeze, but it too was very warm.
After lunch, we each took a position on the truck for a much needed midday nap. Sarel was on the high sea t, I had the back seat, and Samuel had the front. After about an hour and seeing two Giraffe at the waterhole, we decided to begin the process of looking for game. Shortly after, we spotted 5 Blue Wildebeest and one was a good bull. The sticks went up and as I was squeezing the trigger, the Wildebeest took a step forward. With a loud thump he was off, hit but unsure of where, we decided to wait 20 minutes before the tracking commenced. Once at the location the bull was standing, it was obvious that the hit was back. There was no blood present at the location, so Samuel got on the track and the three hour hell began. I was disgusted in myself for not seeing that he was about to move at the shot and I was now living my worst nightmare. After about 100 meters on the track a drop of blood smaller than a dime was found in the sand. This in its self was amazing, since the drop was totally covered in sand. This was the first of many amazing acts of bush craft I would witness over the next few hours.
While on the track we encountered many other animal tracks to include other wildebeest which made staying on the right track difficult at times. But for most of the tracking we were traveling at a brisk pace while Samuel appeared to barely look down. Sarel and Samuel were talking continually in Afrikaans about speed, direction, and the spoor encountered. We were still intermittently seeing very small drops of blood, with the largest being the size of a quarter. About an hour and a half in, the heat was taking its toll on me. Sarel sent Samuel ahead to see if he could locate the bull. Darkness was falling and we all wanted to end this tonight. About 10 minutes later, Samuel returned with some good news, the bull had been located and was bedded down close by. We were off and running, upon locating the bull a shot was placed in the bedded bulls shoulder and he jumped up and began to run to the right at approximately 50 meters. I worked the bolt and fired again striking him and this time, it was over. The last thing I ever want to do is wound an animal and have it suffer, but it was finally over. I had my fantastic flat skin, I spent about a half hour with the Wildebeest while Sarel and Samuel went to retrieve the truck. Darkness was falling upon their return, so some photos were taken and the wildebeest was loaded for the trip to camp. Thankfully this would be the only bad shot of the trip!
Today’s Impala will become a skull mount and back skin, the Gemsbok will be a wall pedestal, and the Wildebeest will make a beautiful flat skin and skull mount, a beautiful hide was of the utmost importance when taking the wildebeest.
I was still feeling a bit ill from the heat, so a quick shower made me feel a little bit better, but dinner was skipped and hydration commenced. Hopefully by morning I will be felling better. It was an incredible first day hunting in Africa. Three beautiful animals in the salt and memories, experiences of and in a new land that will last a life time! I once heard someone say, that African trackers could track a mouse across rocks in the rain, I BELIEVE they can!