The Report: The Hunting!
Outfitter: Wild Wing Safaris by Wayne Dunne
Wayne runs a fantastic operation based out of Winterton, KwaZulu-Natal. Lodge was very clean and well kept. The food was prepared fresh every day and tasted great. Laundry was done daily and done well. Very family oriented and we had the pleasure to spend time with his family and departed as friends.
My mom joined dad and I on our trip and had a blast as well. She spent he first few days tagging along with us hunting and a couple days in Durbin with Wayne’s better half. Was a perfect balance.
Wayne is true to conservation and put us on good mature animals. Dad and I weren’t going after inches of horns, but good animals that were great representatives of the species. In this, we found that all the animals Wayne put us on were of trophy status. It wasn’t until the end of the trip I asked what he thought each animal would measure, and found that most likely all would go SCI should I enter them. This was simply by taking the mature animal in the group/heard.
Hunting was done on a few concessions and open cattle farm ground. Concessions were very large and all the animals were hunted in their natural habitat. Kudu, Nyala, and Waterbuck were hunted in the hills and mountains. Zebra and Hartebeest were hunted in more plains like terrain.
Wayne worked his tail off to put us on good animals and to get us in a good position for a shot. Shots were taken from 50-300 yds, and all very do-able.
Wayne was a joy to be around and did his best to make our experience in SA a great one. Time around the fire, showing us the small town nearby, stopping at a butcher shop and buying biltong. Wayne went above and beyond to make our stay comfortable and to give the attention to us. We were the only ones hunting and he doesn’t double book clients; groups and families yes, but not other clients.
Zebra: my zebra was hunted on a cattle farm where they had moved in and were being a nuisance. We found the herd in the morning and made a stalk but was unsuccessful. We returned later for another attempt and found the mature animals at the bottom of a valley. Wayne and I began to stalk them and the zebra knew something was up and worked their way up the opposite side of the valley from us, joining a group of juveniles. Wayne and I pushed on and used the bush for cover, eventually making our way into 50 yds from the Zebra. Wayne set up the sticks and glassed the herd for a mature stallion. He told me, second one from the rear. I got on the sticks, got the stallion in my scope and settled the cross hairs on his shoulder. Wayne said aim for the top of the second stripe. Looking through the scope I could see a couple twigs in the way. I asked to move over because of the twigs and Wayne whispered to me, ‘that’s a 3-7-5, it’ll go right through it.’ Settling back again on the shoulder I squeezed off the round. The Ruger No. 1 barked and the stallion jumped after being hit hard. He ran 20 yds and fell over. My first, and top of the list, African animal was down and I was smiling ear to ear. After getting to the stallion I looked for the entry hole. It was literally at the exact point of the second stripe. Wayne asked if I could shoot a little better next time... My mom and dad joined us a short time later and we all admired the beautiful animal. We loaded him on the truck and headed to the skinning shed.
Red Hartebeest: that evening we headed out for Hartebeest. We had seen a smoker the night before while glassing a hunting area. We made our way into the block and I saw the heard split into two groups. One headed up the mountain and one on down to the plains area. Wayne and I glassed the group in the plains and didn’t see the big boy there. He must have gone up the mountain. Dad and Wayne made a stalk up the mountain towards the group. I followed closely behind with the video camera and wasn’t long before Dad was leveling himself on the sticks. The Hartebeest moved off a bit so Wayne and Dad adjusted to another position. Dad steadied himself on the sticks again and the Browning BLR in 300 win mag let out a bang and hit the Hartebeest hard. He ran downhill and disappeared. We began to track and only saw 3 of the 4 Hartebeest come out the bottom. After looking around a bit and Wayne letting dad walk down the hill just to call him back up, we found him. Wayne told Dad that he had shot the best Hartebeest in that area in 13 years. The animal was heavy based, mass throughout his horns and flared at the top. A beautiful animal. Down the hillside we dragged him and into the truck to head for the skinning shed. Dad was pleased with his animal and we retired that evening after a great steak supper at the lodge.
The next day was part travel and part hunting. Once at the river camp and settled in we went out scouting. We were unsuccessful with the Blue Wildebeest, but still a good hunt. The next day we found ourselves glassing a mountain side looking for Nyala and Kudu. We saw a nice Nyala bull, several Nyala cows, young kudu bulls, kudu cows and a big bodied kudu, but couldn’t see horns. We made our way around the valley and came in at the same elevation as the animals. We continued to glass, looking for either a Nyala or Kudu to show himself. Wasn’t long and I saw a nice bull kudu on a game trail. I told Wayne, he didn’t look through his Binos but for a second and said ‘why are you talking, shoot him.’ He then asked if I want to use the 300 win mag. The kudu was about 275 yds from us. I knew my 375 was capable, but when the guide suggest something, you do it. I swapped dad guns real quick and steadied on his shoulder. Wayne said, an inch high from center and right behind the shoulder. I put the crosshairs on the kudu and touched off the round. I heard the bullet impact, and instinctively reloaded. The bull moved forward, I leveled again on him and squeezed off another round. The bullet hit hard and the bull went down the hill, crashed into some thicket and expired. My kudu was down and I was ecstatic. He was awesome. Heavy mass, tight curls, and his ivory tips pointed forward. After a long drag down the hill he was loaded and we head for the shed.
To be continued....