SOUTH AFRICA: My PH/Guide/Tracker Was Not Human

[PARA45]

Love it!!!!! However, your screen name should be "Tease" You are killing us with the suspense.

 

[Timbo]

Some great trophies!! Just love the wide spread of that kudu - superb!!

 

[R.M.C.]

Sounds like a great hunt!!!!

 

[CAustin]

Excellent report sir!

 

[Randy F]

Day 2 part 2

4. Waterbuck
It’s early afternoon, sunny and hot. The Kudu loaded, pictures snapped, grins receding, and a new plan made. Zeus is stoked and ready to go. It’s really cool to see a guy who does this everyday to be cranked up and chomping at the bit to get going. We were having a ball together and he wasn’t done producing yet. What he would do later that day was very impressive to me.

We took another hell ride in the back of the earthquake to the top of another ridge similar to the one we found the first group of Kudu on. Somewhat bald on top, long and narrow, lots of large areas of flat rock, craggy outcroppings of red jumbled pillars that gave way to thick tangled brush on both sides with a few areas of brush strewn about on top.
Sort of reminds me Grandpa’s head.
We were doing the side-by-side thing again. It seemed to work out pretty well so far. About half an hour into it, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Libert lock up the brakes. He just stared down at the ground for a second. Then abruptly grabs my shoulder and yanks me behind on of the few small areas of bush at the top. Now we’re crouched down looking back the way we came and I don’t know why. After a moment my impatience gave way and I began my protest only to be shushed again. Ok, now you did it buddy! I was just starting to point my finger at him when I heard and felt something at the same time. Subtle at first. Very subtle. But enough shut the idiot client up. He just smiled at me, held his finger up to his lips, and poked a thumb back over his shoulder. Still on my knees I stretched up slowly to peek over the top of the brush. The sound was getting louder and what I had felt before that barely anything was now a low rumble...and growing rapidly into a roar. Then I saw the first glimpse of why we had stopped. I looked down at Zeus knowing full well that he was using that fingertip seismic thing again, and he just smiled and gave me a thumbs up. Alzheimer’s could never take away what the next thirty seconds would burn into my brain as the crescendo built. In what became a roar of dust and hooves was would be the first of five groups of giraffes lumbering past us with 30 yards and less. The first group was three younger half grown adolescents and one adult female. Beautiful. Graceful. Awesome. The second group maybe twenty yards behind them was three, two female adults and a little one. Seemingly timed at twenty yards apart, the next two groups were very similar, four adolescences and then two females with a young one. Fourteen giraffes had just blown past us at close range loping along quickly but not panicked. We were down wind and they never new we were there. Wow! I was about to ask Zeus what he though had them moving like that when I saw number fifteen enter the seen. My gosh! I can never forget the sight of this majestic male coming straight at us. I was never so happy to be sitting by a tangle of brush as I was right then. Partly because he had to go around and not stomp us into dust, but mostly because it kept us hidden as he lumbered past us within feet. Holy crap! Ya know? You see them on TV and they appear to be long skinny creatures slowly moving through life, unassuming and private. Off the radar. But this! This was reality up close and personal. The shear size of this specimen was astonishing. From where I stood he looked to be twenty feet tall. His head over three feet long. The horns that look like stubs on tv looked eighteen inches long. His legs looked ten feet long. His knees especially struck me as humongous, and his feet? Five gallon pails beating the ground. But the two most amazing things that really stood out on this guy was his color and his neck. His coat was so bright and defined compared to the rest. Brilliant orange, brown, tan, pink, black and more and so defined. But his neck...that’s what made him so majestic. It wasn’t the long skinny neck I saw on the tv screen as a kid. Where it met his head I doubt I could reach my arms around. The farther down the bigger it got. At about the halfway point it turned to what looked like a pyramid of bowling balls and beach balls jammed down to, over, and around his shoulders and down into his massive chest. Pure muscle. Pure power. Rippling under a brilliant blanket of color so vivid. It was like time dropped to slow motion as he went by.
As the dust cleared I couldn’t really speak. What do you say to that anyway?! I
just watched him disappear. I swear Zeus had a tear in his eye but he swears it was just dust. Either way it was clear to me he had never seen that either.
I’m sure my judgement of sizes is way off but who really cares. I saw what I saw and right then I could die happy.
The risk of dying would come later.
Right now I have to tell you about what came along all in the next twenty minutes.
After Libert and I collected ourselves and mutually agreed that no one would ever believe us, we started out again while I silently thanked my lucky stars for Zeus’ seismic super powers. Had we not stopped when we did, we would have been exposed. The giraffes would likely have veered off and we would never have had that opportunity.
Now back in our routine, we hadn’t gone for more than ten or fifteen minutes When Libert halted again. This time I was all over this sh—!! “What! You feel something again?! More giraffes?! What?!” He said “No. Zebra”. Now I’m back to calling bullish— on this one. “There’s no way in hell you can feel the ground rumble, which by the way I can’t even feel, and tell me what critter may or may not be headed this way!” Try whisper-yelling that one and being understood.
Well he did understand it and his simple answer was “I smell”.
I was about to argue that an immortal alien that doesn’t sweat shouldn’t really worry much about body odor when again I heard a rumble. Oh that. Ok I could believe that one because even in my lower life-form I caught a bit of a pungent hint in the air as well. We had gotten down over the edge a bit and watched as around thirty zebra arced around us at seventy-five yards or so. That was really amazing! If I hadn’t have been so recently brain-stamped by a herd of giraffes and their king I would have probably lost my mind. Bad timing for the Zebras to show off but it was still amazing and impressive.

Gotta go for now. I’ll get to part three of day two as soon as I can. It’s interesting as Zeus’ powers fail and then come back...maybe

 

[Rum Runner]

Fantastic story and well told! Reminds me of Marteen, my tracker last year...pure magic!

 

[BRICKBURN]

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The second day was even better.
I didn't think I would take up so much of your time or space. Sorry.
If there is any interest I'll continue on with day two.
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Please feel free to hit 3TB of storage with your tale. Keep it coming.

 

[Tokoloshe Safaris]

What tribe is Libert from? What is his home area? Was his father a tracker?

 

[Tgood1]

Excellent report sir. Keep it coming

 

[Shootist43]

Randy F, somewhat like your experience, my first PH was a former tracker. His skills in the bush amazed me on a daily basis. His skin was black, but his knowledge of the terrain and animals we hunted was envied and respected, dare I say revered by everyone in camp. I read the reports of previous hunters he had guided in the past and requested him specifically. After several days of hunting with him and getting to know each other in the process, he asked me a question. "Why did you request me." He accepted my reply from one man to another without any "strings attached." I told him that he was a black man making a living in a white man's world, you've got to be good! His immediate reply was "I am." Hans, I think of you often and cherish the memories.

 

[Randy F]

What tribe is Libert from? What is his home area? Was his father a tracker?

Sad to say I don’t know really know the details of his life. All I know is that he is from Zimbabwe and he sends every dime he makes back to his family there. He’s says very little, is quite reserved, and one of the most polite people you’ll ever meet. Very private. So I didn’t ask very many questions in that regard. Heck I doubt I’m even spelling his name correctly.

 

[cpr0312]

Congrats on a nice kudu!

 

[Randy F]

Day 2 Part 3

Giraffes and zebras in our wake now, we were back doing our thing. Libert was on my left nearly shoulder to shoulder. We had paused to glass so I took the opportunity to ask a question that was nagging me a bit. “Why were those two herds in such a hurry to vacate the area? It’s bugging me that even though they weren’t stampeding in a panic, they were surely not comfortable hanging around and they were both leaving the same area.” Zeus dropped his binoculars down for just a moment, glanced at me, then moved them back to his eyes. He hesitated a moment more then said, “Not sure”.
Liar!
Ok maybe not lying but something moved him toward edginess. He knew something but he wasn’t saying. At least not yet. We moved along a little slower than usual, stopped more frequently to glass, and he seemed to be acting more cautiously.
I’m intent on doing my part but you can’t really help where your mind might wander off to at times. What danger is around that could move herds and move Zeus to defcon 3? Well you’re likely imagining the same things I did at the time. Consequently, I eyeball the “pellet”gun in my hand compared to what I’d need for something big and/or dangerous. Hmmm, I guess the best and probably only scenario here is that I’ll need one cartridge...for me. Zeus will likely be able to fly away and I’m not stupid enough to try to pump a couple of bb’s into something that would only enrage it enough to grab a gear and tear me apart sooner. Nope. I’ll take away it’s conquering glory happily end it first.
An eerie sound snapped me out of my stupor. I looked over at Zeus. He didn’t move. Didn’t react. Did nothing. Now, I know his guy can hear a mouse fart a mile away so he damn well heard what I was hearing. He finally lowered his binoculars but he still wouldn’t look at me. All he said was “follow me.” We moved left just down over the crest and moved comparatively quickly ahead about 150 yards or more where we stopped to listen. The sounds were louder and somewhere on the other side. It was this ungodly squealing and screeching noise that got a whole lot louder as we belly crawled back up over the crest. Libert was serious now. He was polite enough to ask if would stay back behind while he checked it out. Yeah right. My reply probably wasn’t as polite as it could have been. “F**k that buddy. I have a gun and you’re carrying a pair of sticks. Are you good enough with those to jam them up the nostrils of whatever the hell is over there all the way to the brain?” He got the message that he wasn’t alone. We crawled to the crest and peeked over. The sounds were almost deafening but it was very deceiving. Zeus visibly relaxed. Way down in the next canyon, a half a mile away, there was an area that widened with a break in the trees we could see through. Baboons we’re losing there minds. They were flying back and forth through the trees screaming and squealing. It was creepy as hell and the hair stood up on my...well...everything.
Libert pointed out the reason for their frenzy. Leopards. A pair of leopards were feeding on a baboon under the shade of a tree, oblivious to the protests from above. He told me it more often happens at night with leopards but not unusual for daytime in the shadowy areas. Opportunists I assume. But GEEZ what a racket! What I should have said right then was “Where was your X-ray vision on that one hero?!” What I actually said was “I gotta pee”.
Now I’m thinking I’d like to take down one or two of those ugly tree swingers. Nah, stick to the plan.
Libert was back to himself, secure in the fact that there was a lot more distance between us and that nasty ruckus. I appreciated his caution. My safety was his responsibility and he took it very seriously.
It was getting a little later now. The baboon party was an hour or so behind us I’d say. We were checking out an area below to the right. I thought I saw movement so I pointed it out. Libert picked it out right away. A lone Waterbuck. A shooter. Libert watched for a bit longer than he normally does. Thinking. I was used to him identifying and moving almost immediately. This time he lingered. It was a long way down to where he was. Too long. But Zeus had a plan. We moved off to the other side of the crest just out of sight. He looked at me and said,”We go quick”, and took off like his hind end was on fire. What the hell?! This is not the Libert I....Get going! He just surprised me ok? When I finally caught up to where he was waiting, he was giving me a look. Sort of one of those “did you get your walker caught in the brush?” looks.
Hey, I wasn’t the one on fire and don’t overestimate my abilities.
Anyway, we’re on the left side about to go over the crest belly crawling again. Only this time he was even more cautious. Yet again he was right on track to where he thought that animal was headed. We peeked over veeeery slowly. There it was. Just standing there right at about 100 yards kind of in the brush but presenting a shot. I slid back down a bit to bring the weapon in position. If he even hints at those sticks I’m gonna bite him. Hard. He stayed motionless with the binoculars. Gun in position. Safety off. Breath out....and I screwed up.
I’m not exactly sure why I hesitated. But I did. Only for a fraction of a second but it was enough with the wind swirling that the bull bolted. In my defense, I can only think that in the back of my mind I hesitated because twice in a row I was lined up, heart pounding, ready to shoot and twice he stopped me to take a bigger trophy. I’m sticking to that cuz it makes me feel better than knowing I’m an idiot. Right now, Zeus’ expression indicates the latter. Ugh.
I rolled onto my side facing him and said “sorry”. He looked at me for a second then smiled and said “you’re going to shot that one. I know where he will go.”
He emphasized “that one”. Weird. There’s something going on here. I didn’t mention that but asked what his plan was. He just stood and motioned for me to follow. I told him “okay but no more of that Flash Gordon sh**! I’m only human.” He just grinned and took off trotting. Trotting? He’s serious about getting “that one” for some reason and it wasn’t only because it was starting to get late. We have about an hour and a half of daylight.
Marathon man was finally starting to slow. I was starting to seize. What the hell! I don’t know how much ground we covered but holy hell, was he on a mission. We had started off going straight down the cliff to the bottom and hung a right. We stayed at the bottom, thankfully, running the gulch all the way to where it opened up to several others. He had picked the second from the left to continue on and never broke stride. I broke something. I’m sure of it. We followed that one nearly to it’s end. Now slowed down, he glanced back at me and motioned up to his left. Thankfully he didn’t notice I was struggling to use my best macho “I’m right with ya buddy” face. In reality I was reasonably sure at least one lung was collapsing. I was also thankful that where he was pointing was a short hike up on a knoll. Before we headed up he said “I hope we’re in time, be ready at top”. Be ready? Be ready?!! I was ready the other times you stopped me too! I didn’t say it but I was thinking it loud enough that mr. Superman hearing guy should’ve heard it. But I knew what he meant. We moved to the top slowly and peered into the brush. Libert has set the sticks and was glassing off toward the right. He’s pretty confident here.
We had been there for only a few minutes, watching off to the right in the direction Libert had determined it would come from when I caught movement to the left and below. I hissed to Libert and pointed. When Libert turned to see, there was an explosion in the brush. That was the only time I heard him almost swear. At least in English. “Shhh...we were too late” he whispered. We stood and watched the waterbuck bolt straight up the other side through the thick brush to the top of a small hill where there was a commotion as he went over. Libert whispered again but to no one in particular when said “not there”. Oh oh. What that going to mean?
Without another word we headed straight toward where it had disappeared. As we crested this one he told me quietly that it had been joined by three more waterbuck’s at the top. One last step up and I knew why he had muttered not there. The entire top of this little hill was one big flat red rock that covered about a half an acre. Very little vegetation and just from where I stood I could see several trails leading in all directions from it. So while I’m contemplating the situation...multiple bogies crossing a half acre of concrete floor with multiple exits...and we have to find “that one”, Zeus has gone to work. This was magic. He would later tell me a couple of the indicators but I believe most of it was just his gut feeling after gathering what he could.
He had been very slowly walking out toward the middle. His head barely moving and seemed to be staring at the ground a few feet out making an arc back and forth. Which you’d expect as he looks for signs. Signs on rock. With no vegetation. Dirt had fallen off hooves in the first six feet. And find the right set. Yeah right. Not even game god is that good. It was the way he was holding his hands that stood out to me. His arms nearly just slightly out at his sides but his hands where opened out flat, as if aiding in a mental grid. He barely strolled as he covered his ground. It seemed like forever but in reality it couldn’t have been more than five minutes when he broke his trance and headed for one of the paths. ?? No way. Well it wasn’t, not yet. He went to one path, then another, then on the third path he went to he motioned for me to follow. No way. When I got to him, the only thing he said was “we must hurry” this will be our last chance today. Oh crap. Weren’t we hurrying last time?! Oh yeah that was just “go quickly”. This is gonna hurt.
somehow he had figured out which path these four animals had taken, from out in the middle of the rock, then determined that “that one” had indeed stayed separate from the others as he examined only those three exits...of the two dozen exits that were obvious to me. Wow.
So we ran. Yes I actually ran. Adrenaline, probably more from his determination than mine. We hit a road and stayed on it in a wide arcing half circle that seemed like eternity but in the end was about 3/4 of a mile. Right after we hit the road he pointed off to our left and behind us at the rear end of a waterbuck that had slowed to a trot and moving straight away. But...but...don’t we...
Just keep running because for some reason Zeus was grinning as he pointed.
We had just made this huge half circle to get ahead of this critter...again.
Running the road the way we did helped us silently get downwind of it. When we hit the spot where Libert wanted to get off the road, he barely slowed at first. We turned into the brush. We’re crouch walking. Zeus is right in front of me on a narrow trail. Now we’re barely moving, sneaking to the edge of a clearing. We are now motionless, both of us crouched on the trail, Zeus still in front of me. Then Libert just drops. Drops like I shot him in the back of the melon! Obviously he doesn’t have to tell me to drop. I know he saw something. He did. Coming slowly directly at us was a waterbuck that was constantly stopping to check his back trail. There he is. Zeus started to try to maneuver those damn sticks out. I hissed a quiet “no!”. There’s no way I’m going to risk standing up to use those stupid sticks when I can stay on a knee right by this little tree for a lean. He knew. It’s his job to offer.
This waterbuck was oblivious to our existence. Whether or not this was “that one” or not was a mystery but it was definitely one that we had pushed off the concrete floor.
I found a great rest on my little tree and let him walk right into the crosshairs at 50 yards. He stopped to check his back trail exposing a perfect opportunity. The gun barked. The smoke cleared...and there he was...still standing there. ??!! He was hit hard but the tough s.o.b didn’t drop. I had jacked another shell so I touched off another one. He dropped that time. And didn’t move.
Zeus launched himself off the ground and hovercrafted himself over there before I could get off my knee. No, seriously, I could barely stand up. Between the adrenaline rush and the abuse I’d just put my carcass through I struggled for a second. I got over it in a hurry though and by the time I got over there he as rolled the animal over and was examining something. Just as I stepped to it he let outa war whoop that quite honestly scare the living beegeesus out of me! This time the bear hug went the other way. As fricking excited as I was, Zeus couldn’t calm himself. We sorta had each other worked up into our own little baboon frenzy there for a second. Then we stopped, involuntarily looked around to be sure nobody saw that, and sat down for a much needed drink.
I’ve got my waterbuck. All four on the wish list in two days!!
So now the big question. Why was he so excited? Well it turns out that “that one” waterbuck had eluded Zeus on two other occasions. The first as a result of that same concrete floor. It was the bane of his existence. His only real failure to track to the end. When he was examining it, he was looking for a white patch ahead of the white ring on the left hip. Not a large spot. I’m not sure I would have noticed it to be honest. But Zeus had spent enough time glassing him to know he was “that one”. I think I was happier for him than I was for me. No wonder he wanted to rip my spine out when I hesitated the first time. Oops.
In our excitement and our haste to get him loaded up and out of there we forgot to get a picture out in the brush. Real bright huh? We snapped a couple back at the lodge just before it got too dark though. That’s good enough for me.


Day three saw an offer to hunt more. I wasn’t sure.

 

[Chukar]

I enjoy your writing very much, you should hunt in Africa more often!

Your Libert reminds me very much of Mattheus at Kowas.

I learned so much from that man.

Keep writing!

 

[Randy F]

I enjoy your writing very much, you should hunt in Africa more often!

Your Libert reminds me very much of Mattheus at Kowas.

I learned so much from that man.

Keep writing!

Lol. Thank you sir. I’m a bit astonished when I look at it. Although I try to leave out some things that aren’t really relevant, it still ends up very long. But I don’t want to tell half the story either. This is the first I’ve written any of it down. Reliving it again is pretty cool too. Though I don’t proof read as much as should. Sorry.
Thanks to you and everyone else with that much interest and patience.
I’ll work on day 3 as soon as I can.

 

[Beretta391]

I enjoy your writing very much, you should hunt in Africa more often!

Your Libert reminds me very much of Mattheus at Kowas.

I learned so much from that man.

Keep writing!

I was thinking exactly the same thing!!

 

[R.M.C.]

Great writing and great story!!!

 

[Chukar]

Lol. Thank you sir. I’m a bit astonished when I look at it. Although I try to leave out some things that aren’t really relevant, it still ends up very long. But I don’t want to tell half the story either. This is the first I’ve written any of it down. Reliving it again is pretty cool too. Though I don’t proof read as much as should. Sorry.
Thanks to you and everyone else with that much interest and patience.
I’ll work on day 3 as soon as I can.

I really don't deserve a sir, but thanks nonetheless.

Keep writing and hunting!

 

[pamtnman]

Beautiful animals fairly earned. Thank you for the fun reports.

 

[Andrew Short]

I love your writing! I totally picture myself there hunting with you! Well done!!!