James2018
AH member
July 2 2017
The Curse Of The Impala
Since the day I arrived we had been on the lookout for a nice mature Impala ram we saw many animals within a short distance of the lodge. There were large groups of females and young with dominant males and smaller herds along with bachelor groups. We spent several days climbing up to the top of ridges and glassing the opposite ridges and below in the valleys. We made numerous stalks but for whatever reason luck was not one my side, each time we got close either their was a shift in the wind or just too many eyes, despite the fact we moved quietly and used brush to conceal our approach. During this time we were on the lookout for other animals such as warthog, kudu and blesbok in the area, we continued to attempt to get within range of a mature ram. We started to think I had the"Curse of the Impala" because they seemed to have my number and I was not getting a break. Finally on July 2 we were able to stalk within range of a nice ram travelling with a group of females, we closed the gap and the females took off up and over the rocky cliff, The ram headed to our right along the hillside and we continued to stalk closer finally he stopped momentarily and was quartering sharply away and slightly downhill. I quickly got the rifle up on the sticks and chambered a round and lowered the bolt, I took the shot and missed shooting slightly under the animal. To this point I had made basically one shot kills and all I can say is it was operator error and I misjudged the downhill quartering away angle and possibly a bit of the impala curse.
Later in the day we moved up to a higher area and we were looking out over to an opposite ridge we could see a small bachelor group moving slowly and feeding. We spent quite a bit of time looking at him through binoculars and the spotting scope, but due to the distance and the fact it was very hot the heat mirage made it tough to really see all the detail. We could tell he was an old mature ram and that his tips pointed out, so we decided to go after him. After descending down the ridge and using the brush to conceal our presence and not skyline, we made it to the bottom of the valley. The wind was right and we had lots of brush so we could move along to our right and get closer to the ram, he was probably 600 yards to our right. Their was a red clay washout all along the bottom of this valley we climbed down into it and walked along as far as we could. The tracker got us to where we spotted the ram feeding with the others he was approximately 180-200 yards away but the brush was very thick. I was able to get set up on the shooting sticks and the Impala was facing right, I could not see all of his body and did not want to shoot through any brush and have a deflection or end up wounding him then watching him go over the top of the mountain. I decided to shoot him in the spine/neck are and took the shot. He dropped immediately and we walked down the washout and up the steep rocky hill, when I walked up to him I could see the very small hole in his neck and could tell he was a very old ram. From the great distance across the valley you could not tell that he had worn off several inches of the tips of his horns. He was battle scarred and old and was a great animal to take , with the harsh conditions it was not likely he would have survived too much longer.
We had a long walk back to our vehicle and drove to the point where we could recover him and carried him out of the valley and the steep rocks cliffs. The curse had been lifted and I said to Kelvin how can this be the least expensive animal to hunt it took more effort than most of the others and that was saying a lot. I can honestly say I loved hunting the Impala almost more than any other animal, they are so graceful and alert and once I herd them rutting and roaring I was hooked. There are several sounds in Africa that if I hear them I immediately think of being their one is that roar and the other is the doves which call non stop.
While I waited for my trophies to arrive I made up a bit of a display of sand and some plants/thorns for the Impala.
I have attached a photo of him on the wall.
The Curse Of The Impala
Since the day I arrived we had been on the lookout for a nice mature Impala ram we saw many animals within a short distance of the lodge. There were large groups of females and young with dominant males and smaller herds along with bachelor groups. We spent several days climbing up to the top of ridges and glassing the opposite ridges and below in the valleys. We made numerous stalks but for whatever reason luck was not one my side, each time we got close either their was a shift in the wind or just too many eyes, despite the fact we moved quietly and used brush to conceal our approach. During this time we were on the lookout for other animals such as warthog, kudu and blesbok in the area, we continued to attempt to get within range of a mature ram. We started to think I had the"Curse of the Impala" because they seemed to have my number and I was not getting a break. Finally on July 2 we were able to stalk within range of a nice ram travelling with a group of females, we closed the gap and the females took off up and over the rocky cliff, The ram headed to our right along the hillside and we continued to stalk closer finally he stopped momentarily and was quartering sharply away and slightly downhill. I quickly got the rifle up on the sticks and chambered a round and lowered the bolt, I took the shot and missed shooting slightly under the animal. To this point I had made basically one shot kills and all I can say is it was operator error and I misjudged the downhill quartering away angle and possibly a bit of the impala curse.
Later in the day we moved up to a higher area and we were looking out over to an opposite ridge we could see a small bachelor group moving slowly and feeding. We spent quite a bit of time looking at him through binoculars and the spotting scope, but due to the distance and the fact it was very hot the heat mirage made it tough to really see all the detail. We could tell he was an old mature ram and that his tips pointed out, so we decided to go after him. After descending down the ridge and using the brush to conceal our presence and not skyline, we made it to the bottom of the valley. The wind was right and we had lots of brush so we could move along to our right and get closer to the ram, he was probably 600 yards to our right. Their was a red clay washout all along the bottom of this valley we climbed down into it and walked along as far as we could. The tracker got us to where we spotted the ram feeding with the others he was approximately 180-200 yards away but the brush was very thick. I was able to get set up on the shooting sticks and the Impala was facing right, I could not see all of his body and did not want to shoot through any brush and have a deflection or end up wounding him then watching him go over the top of the mountain. I decided to shoot him in the spine/neck are and took the shot. He dropped immediately and we walked down the washout and up the steep rocky hill, when I walked up to him I could see the very small hole in his neck and could tell he was a very old ram. From the great distance across the valley you could not tell that he had worn off several inches of the tips of his horns. He was battle scarred and old and was a great animal to take , with the harsh conditions it was not likely he would have survived too much longer.
We had a long walk back to our vehicle and drove to the point where we could recover him and carried him out of the valley and the steep rocks cliffs. The curse had been lifted and I said to Kelvin how can this be the least expensive animal to hunt it took more effort than most of the others and that was saying a lot. I can honestly say I loved hunting the Impala almost more than any other animal, they are so graceful and alert and once I herd them rutting and roaring I was hooked. There are several sounds in Africa that if I hear them I immediately think of being their one is that roar and the other is the doves which call non stop.
While I waited for my trophies to arrive I made up a bit of a display of sand and some plants/thorns for the Impala.
I have attached a photo of him on the wall.
Attachments
Last edited by a moderator: