Day 10
Hunt day 8
Finishing strong.
I hate writing this last report, means my time is over with this little hunting bug I have. The dark continent did not disappoint. It exceeded my every expectation, that in large part to Nick Bowker Hunting and our PH Ben Pringle. Ben did an absolutely amazing job for us and I can't speak highly enough about his skills. It was a true honor.
We started out after the elusive pig. I know it shouldn't sound that way but we struggled the last couple days due to wind and temps. The pigs just weren't moving until they were, and man were they moving. With some patience glassing we spotted a pig worthy of the magic alloy pill.
Ty rested on his sticks and made a great 250+ yard shot on the ole animal. Down he went, didn't twitch a muscle.
After this we were in impala mode. I had two animals left, my impala and the red hartebeest.
We literally started up the road after loading the warthog and ran into a small group of rams. Luckily there was a shooter ram for me to take. I got on the sticks and lined up on the impala at 293. The animals was quartering towards us and I took aim. Ben wanted it to turn sideways but I said I'm solid and he let me send it. SENT! The ELD-X hammered the ram and down he went. He required one more shot as we got close to him. I was starting to get worried about getting all of our animals and felt a lot of pressure removed.
What a great morning! I was getting worried but we were off to a great start and I was feeling good, especially considering how rough the day before was.
After a longer lunch break we were back at it in pursuit of getting me a red hartebeest. We went to a different property that held good numbers of the animals.
It wasn't long until we found a herd that had a couple shooters in it. After a couple stalks and having to continue to adjust I finally was in place and safety off.
300 yards away was an animal that was so in my head I didn't know what was going on. You would have thought the kudu would have me breathing hard, no sir, I was steady as a rock on that animal. I think knowing that it was coming down to my last hour or two, I really felt the pressure.
I ran through the shooting sequence in my head, squeezed, and hammer time. Perfect shot right through the heart. Yards later he tumbled. I actually found these animals to be quite challenging. Staying on the sticks and having to follow the same bull in a herd was a bit stressful. Yesterday my PH and I both had target in site on the bull I was suppose to shoot. How I messed that up so badly I'm still processing, fortunately I had a second chance. Just about every animal I shot I would ask Ben, "did I shoot the right one?" I'm not familiar with these animals, I know what I'm looking at when a buck or bull moves around in a herd. One major take away from my ZA experience is to trust your PH and make sure you're on the same page.
It pains me to end my report but excites me to plan for the future and what lays ahead. I tried coming here with 0 expectations and doing my best to not be ignorant to culture and subcultures. I learned a lot about a different game management style and approach.
There is a kindred spirit of those I met. Coming from ancestors in the similar areas in the 1800s only mine went west and theirs went south, both to tame a land and try to scratch out their existence. There is an individual ruggedism required to be successful here both of old and of new. I enjoy meeting good people from all over the world and ZA hasn't let me down.
I can't wait to return to the dark continent.
Until next time.