TANZANIA: The Selous With GAME Trackers AFRICA

[Rider717]

Outfitter: @GAME Trackers AFRICA
PH: JP VanWyngard
Area: LR2 concession, Selous game reserve. Mweiba camp and Lake Utunge camp
Rifle: Blaser R8 375 H&H Mag
Scope: Zeiss Victory V8 1.5-8 illuminated
Suppressor: Banish 46
Ammo: Custom Safari Arms 300 grain Barnes TSX; Factory Federal 300 grain Woodleigh hydro solids

14 Day leopard and buffalo safari.
Target species: Leopard, buffalo, Lichtensteins hartebeest, Nyassa wildebeest, hippo, crocodile




Departed Atlanta on July 20th
Returned Atlanta August 7th
Ethiopian Airlines Atlanta-Addis Ababa-Dar Es Salaam-bush plane charter to the Selous
Bush plane charter Selous-DAR-Ethiopian -ADD-FCO-ATL
Paid the business upgrade fee. Well worth it in my opinion.

This was a bucket list safari that was supposed to happen in 2023 but was delayed a year while I built a house. The house didn't get started until June of this year but I didn't want to wait another year due to my target species.


A big thank you to all those who responded to my queries on travelling Ethiopian Airlines through Addis. I was almost prepared for flying with them. Almost.

Before I get to the hunting I'll share my gun travelling fun. Checking in ATL: fairly smooth. I had 8 copies of everything. They wanted copies of my passport, form 4457 and my gun license. I explained that I didn't have a license and they accepted the 4457 for that. The process took 30 minutes and required 3 supervisors and the making of multiple copies of my documents. They gave me 4 copies of the signed Ethiopian firearm declaration form, which was nice. Flight from ATL-ADD uneventful. Turn time in ADD was 1+45, plenty of time. I was met on the jet bridge and escorted to the far end of the terminal down to the ramp level, then bussed back to the other end of the terminal to do the firearms check. My gun case (which was supposed to be loaded last so that it would be first off) was not there. I had placed my ammo in two separate locked containers in my checked duffel bag. We waited over an hour for the bags to show up. The inspector arrived and I opened my gun case so he could check serial numbers, then had to pull out and open the ammo cases so ammo could be counted. This took about 25 minutes. Luckily, I had enough copies to give him so after his inspection we were off to the terminal, almost. We had to wait 5 minutes for transportation back to the opposite end of the terminal. It is now 10 minutes to departure. Back in the terminal running to the security checkpoint, the escort pushed everyone aside to get me to the front. Then up the escalator and halfway back through the airport to the gate only to have to go through security again. The escort got me to the boarding line and pushed me to the front. 5 minutes to spare, whew. In DAR it was the same. Firearm inspection plus ammo count then transport from International terminal to domestic to do it all again! There I found out I had to pay $82 tax for the ammo import. Was not expecting that. The rifle import was paid as part of my safari package. The flight to the bush airstrip was uneventful. We picked up our Tanzanian game scout, Lewis, who would be with us every day.

I met up with JP VanWyngard, my PH, in the domestic terminal. We got acquainted and he filled me in on the hunting and asked what I was after as far as trophy size expectations. He explained that we would be hunting at a lodge several hours south of the lake I thought we would be hunting near. This is the LR3 concession in the Selous. Eastern Africa had some extreme rain in April and May and much of the concession was flooded, 10'-20' in some areas. The area we would be hunting was normally very dry and full of animals near water sources. Not this year. It was green and grass was very high. Water was everywhere. Our safari would overlap by three days with another who was finishing up his 14 day leopard chase.

We arrived at camp, showered and had dinner and then off to bed for me.

Day 1: Up a little late so I could catch up on sleep. Met up with the trackers and driver. On the road around 9am.

JP decided to drive to an area they call Serengeti, because it is relatively open and flat. I expected to see animals everywhere but we were over an hour driving before I saw my first animal, a lone zebra, who promptly disappeared into a forest. We broke out of the forest and drove along Serengeti and the trackers spotted wildebeest. We got out to stalk but they were long gone. As we continued our drive we saw a nice bush duiker in a small forested area but he ran and never stopped. Further down we bumped a hartebeest herd and started a stalk on them. As we got close they ran and kept running. We tried to intercept them and found them running with a herd of zebra. Again, they kept running. We kept driving and saw a couple of nice sized impala rams but every time we stalked they took off running and never stopped. Drove around the rest of the day but the animals were not to be found. Everything was green. Normally, by this time they would have burned down most of the old grass and new shoots would be sprouting, bringing animals in. The grass for the most part wouldn't burn. They dropped matches everytime we stopped and as we drove. Sometimes it would catch and burn an acre or two, but most times it would burn a few yards of grass.

Back to camp for dinner and bed. Lions and hyenas and maybe a leopard visiting or coming close to camp that night. Not an easy sleep!

Day 2: Up early. JP expalined that we really needed to kill something for leopard bait. I was agreeable to that. Back to Serengeti to look for wildebeest and hartebeest. We bumped a couple female and one small boar warthog. Then we found fresh lion tracks. We walked the length of the plain without seeing anything other than the warthogs. Found a leopard track that looked promising and found a tree to hang bait, when we got some. Spotted some zebra who were very anxious and watched them run away, fast. Back to driving. The area was devoid of animals. It seemed the lions had scared everything off. After a couple of hours I got my first look at a buffalo. One OK bull and a soft bossed juvenile. They weren't what I was looking for in the Selous so we kept driving. The roads were a mess and ditches that were normally yards across were now hundreds of yards wide and deep rutted from the floods. And there was still water everywhere, puddles to acres large water holes. After lunch the trackers spotted some buffalo tracks and we stalked what turned out to be a large herd for an hour only to have the wind turn on us as we got to within 200 yards. By the sound of them running it was a hundred or more animals. Decided to start back to camp in the later afternoon and as we drove I spotted a large warthog under a tree. We stopped and he froze and watched us. A definite shooter. One shot and a 50 yard run and we had our first animal, and more importantly bait!

This boar was twice the body size of every other warthog we saw.

Here he is in the truck bed.

He was cut in half and placed into 2 separate trees for leopard bait. I'm keeping the skull.

Back to camp with one in the salt on day 2.

More to follow...

 

[major hunter]

great post so far! waiting to hear the rest!

 

[dchum]

Awesome writing!

 

[ChasingHemingway]

Following with anticipation

 

[npm352]

Looks cool

 

[gillettehunter]

Sounds like a tough safari. Any idea why the animals were so spooky?
Bruce

 

[LWood]

Following! Looking forward to the rest of your adventure.

 

[Rider717]

Day 3:

Out early again. Still hunting the same general area. The other hunter in camp had leopard baits in multiple trees so we avoided those areas. In 14 days they had one small male come to a bait but passed on him. They were spending 3-5 hours in the morning and night sitting in the blind with no luck. This had me worried.

We were also on the lookout for hippo. Some of the water holes would hold lone bulls this time of year and JP said that usually they could be heard in camp grunting through the night. At this point not a peep out of the hippos.

Still hopeful for the morning and soon after we started driving, I thought I spottted a sable antelope. When we stopped and looked they couldn't be seen and I thought my eyes played trick on me with a tree stump looking like an animal. As we discussed the trick of the light the stump moved and it was a sable cow and calf. Actually, 2 sable cows and a calf. As we watched a flash of black ran back from the cows. We got down for a quick stalk and saw a sable bull with short to mid length horns. A Roosevelt sable would have been a nice start to the day, but it was not to be. As we continued the drive we found a fairly fresh hippo trail and followed it a quarter mile to a huge water hole. With no hippo in it. Back to driving and found fresh buffalo tracks. The trackers picked up the trail and we stalked the single track. Long grass, short grass, very crunchy leaves and finally gave up as we got to a dense thorny bush forest. A portent of things to come.

Driving again we passed the very fresh remains of a young hartebeest. The tracks told us it was wild dogs that made the kill.

Between the dogs and the lions hunting in the area it was now obvious why all the animals ran at the slightest sound.


An hour later the trackers spotted hartebeest in the trees and we were able to make a short stalk and get into a terrible position 60 yards away. The bull was staring straight on at us and I had a small window between branches to make a chest shot. The shot was true and the bull dropped 20 feet from where he was hit.

Finally got one of my must haves for the safari, plus leopard bait!

The rest of the day was uneventful and we didn't even see anything to stalk or take aim at. I saw my first mamba sleeping on the road but we let it slip into the bushes without incident.

Days 4-7:
Up early every morning and back after dark every night. Stalking buffalo in the thick stuff and getting winded or losing them on top of long grass every time. At this point I have only seen the 2 bulls from the second day. Seeing some animals in small numbers but nothing to shoot at. Wildebeest have all gone into witness protection. Had one very long stalk on a herd of buffalo only to lose them late morning. While waiting for the truck to catch up the trackers hear noise around a bend in the road. Thinking it was buffalo we stalk and find two immature wildebeest wrestling and a herd grazing in the shade. JP spots a really nice bull and as we set up for the shot the wind shifts. The bull runs full speed away from us taking the herd with him. Just one small gust was all it took. The wind has been unkind to us. But we finally saw wildebeest.

I did have one long, 268 yards, shot at a nice zebra. But I have only practiced out to 100 yards with the 375 and I misjudged the drop as well as the size of the zebra and shot a foot over his back.

Stalked a herd of buffalo only to find out that wild dogs were running them from the opposite side. They split off into two herds and we followd the smaller one of about 30 before they winded us and stampeded away.

Baiting leopard with donated wildebeest and buffalo from the other camp is taking a lot of hunting time from us. But we get tracks and game camera pictures of a promising cat.

The hunting has become very difficult and JP and I are both frustrated. 4 days with one difficult shot on a zebra, 95+ degree temperatures, tsetse flies, dogs and lions chasing the animals, water everywhere and grass so tall and green that even buffalo are hard to spot. Still, I'm in the Selous on a 438 sq mile concession and the promise of what may be around the next bend in the road is exciting. After all, it's called hunting and not just killing, right?

JP and tsetse's

Young lion babysitter

Youngsters in the tree

Young hippo bull in water hole

Did see some young lions hanging out while the adults hunted. Plus my first hippo sighting in a water hole. Just a bit on the young side, unfortunately.


First week done.

1 warthog, 1 hartebeest, 1 missed zebra. Grass is still green and tall and water is everywhere. 1 possible cat on bait and the buffalo have become skilled at disappearing. Still not seeing a lot of animals. This is not the Selous I was led to expect!

More to come
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[Scott CWO]

Shot a foot over a zebra at 268 yards, where were you holding? Never hold over the hair unless a really long shot (probably shouldn’t take) and know your ballistics. Rough start so far but you’re in Tanzania.

 

[VertigoBE]

Following with anticipation of what is to come. Does not sound like an easy hunt so far!

 

[dchum]

I hope to read more and I hope your hardship is rewarded in the end!

I notice your suppressor - I was always under the impression that suppressors were not aloud in Tanzania for hunting. Things always change fast in Africa haha.

 

[Datchew]

Great so far!
Safe hunting

 

[BRICKBURN]

.................... Still not seeing a lot of animals. This is not the Selous I was led to expect!

More to come
...........

Hmmmm.

Hope the next installment sees much improved luck.

 

[cpr0312]

Congrats so far and thanks for sharing! I hunted the area with JP in 2021, loved it and him as my PH!

 

[Hunter-Habib]

@GAME Trackers AFRICA are a first class outfit. Their white hunter Clint Taylor is one of the very best there is.

 

[Rider717]

Continued.....

At this point in the safari the animals have been skittish, to say the least, and absent in a lot of cases. The moon was full the day I arrived and as it wanes we hope the daytime activity will pick up. We have begun to see larger herds of impala, almost all female or with very immature rams. The wildebeest are scarce but hartebeest pop up frequently. I have 3 on my license so we keep a lookout for a good one that will also make leopard bait. Dugga boy buffalo leave a lot of tracks, but we can't seem to get close to them. The zebra will not stop for a second to give me a shot and most are mares and babies. We have seen baboons, but nothing to shoot. Spotted a huge eland bull but he disappeared like a kudu. We could only see from half his neck up in the long grass. Croc and hippo are nowhere to be found. When we can get out and try for a shot on anything, by the time I'm on the sticks the target is a speck in the distance or covered by grass. Warthogs are everywhere but not a lot of shooters. I haven't given up but I'm resigned to another week of frustration. Still, we have a leopard hitting bait!

Day 8: Out early as usual and find dugga boy tracks. An hour and a half of stalking and we lose the tracks in long grass. Spot another eland bull but he is gone with the wind. Finally get a chance to go after wildebeest but a herd of zebra gather them up and run them away. A very nice warthog presents himself for a shot but runs as I get on the sticks. It's almost funny at this point at how little time I have to get set for a shot. 1-2 seconds is about as much of a look as I can get. We check leopard baits and find that one has been getting hit. The tracks look good so JP decides to build a blind and get us set up for a sit that evening.

The blind under a thorn tree and the view from the tree with the bait.

After the blind is built we have lunch and then reset my scope to shoot at 50 yards. 2 shots and it's dead on. We get back to the blind a couple hours before sunset and get situated. Now, this is my first time leopard hunting and JP filled me in on how it would go. We would sit as still and quiet as possible. He explained that I would want to peek through my shooting hole but that I should not give in to curiosity. My rifle was on sticks poking out through a small woven window hole with me offset from it. He was sitting slightly offset from his viewing window hole with his bino's set up for quick, quiet peeks. He said that if a leopard came to the bait we would hear it since the bait is covered with leafy branches, to hide them from vultures, and it would be obvious. If a leopard came he would tap me once on the leg to let me know it was there and twice more to get set for a shot. We sat in the afternoon heat and looked at our phones and deleted pictures or played games for an hour or so. As it grew darker in the blind we put the phones down and listened. I dozed off and on in the heat. We could hear birds and possibly bigger game right outside the blind and tempted as I was, I refrained from peeking. The shadows grew longer and I was wondering how many hours we would have to do this when a loud rustling came from the tree! I was instantly awake and JP tapped my leg once. A couple seconds later and he tapped me 3 or 4 times. My heart was racing as I positioned myself for the shot. I looked through the scope and could see absolutely nothing. I panicked and hastily whispered that I couldn't see a thing. JP was having a bit of trouble seeing through some of the blind and whispered to me to just stay calm. I realized that I had zoomed in too tight to the tree and in the gloom it all blended together. I zoomed out, found the fork in the tree but could still not see anything. I then saw the leopards back as he chomped on the bait. Suddenly, he disappeared from view and I realized the viewing window had been pulled down by the rifle barrel and was covering the scope. I whispered that I was going to have to push it up and JP told me to be quiet that he was still trying to get a better view. I got the window hole pushed up and pointed my rifle at the tree and the leopard was now sitting in the fork looking straight at us! I got the scope dead center on his chest and felt very stable. I whispered to JP that I had him and could take a shot. What I heard JP whisper to me was "OK, shoot", so I shot. There was aloud THWACK and a thud and rustle below the tree. No other sounds. JP says to me "Why did you shoot? I didn't say to shoot. I said I needed to confirm it was a male. I'm not sure what you just shot!" This might have been one of the worst moments of my life. Even now, when I think of the moment I'm sure he told me to shoot. That's how tightly wound I was after the week we just had. JP radioed the truck and we climbed aboard to drive to the tree. The trackers were joyful as we drove over. I was sure the leopard would be on the ground, but there was nothing there. No tracks, no blood. JP had us positioned on the sides of the truck with rifles out in case we got charged. Then we quickly started shining lights and driving around to find sign of the cat. A hyena came in and we chased him off. We drove circles for what seemed an eternity and one of the trackers lights caught just a hint of spots in a hole in the ground. We drove over and there was the leopard, in a dust bath and very dead!

Leopard in the hole.

The trackers started hooting and hollering and all I wanted to do was check to see if it was a male. The trackers had no doubt and we quickly confirmed he was a big male and the one we had on the trail camera from the night before. I fell to my knees with relief and the enormity of the situation dawned on me. I had a leopard after 2 hours on my first sit in a blind! My shot had been true and went through his heart and out above his right hip. He never made a sound after the shot and ran about 30 feet and either piled up or lay down in the hole and died.

T

The viewing hole that almost ruined it .. It was tied in a circle and positioned for me to get the rifle through.

We loaded him up and started the 2 hour drive back to camp. A celebration ensued and then we got the trophy pictures.

J

JP and the leopard.

Day 8 done and a leopard in the salt. Fortune smiles, sometimes!


Day 9:
Up a little later. Out looking for buffalo. Glad we don't have to drop or check leopard bait. We spot a couple dugga boys right off but lose them in the long grass, again. Head to another area we haven't tried yet and find lots of animals. Zebra, wildebeest and impala in small groups. Try for all three but they are still jumpy and run almost as soon as we spot them. The day is long and animals uncooperative. Lewis, our game scout, has asked JP to kill an impala as he is tired of eating beans and rice and wants meat for the camp. We happen on a herd of impala with a nice ram and I am actually able to get a shot off and drop a ram with nicely shaped horns.

Now the camp has meat and Lewis is happy.

Day 10:
Early start looking for signs of hippo and wildebeest. We headed back to where we had seen the animals the previous day and are able to stalk a group of wildebeest lying in a group. There are 2 bulls, a young one with long horns and an older bull with slightly smaller horns. The older bull stands up and I am set for the shot. Click! WTF?!? The trigger is jammed? I eject a round and reload but the trigger still won't move. I release it from the stock and re insert it. All this while JP is telling me "Shoot it, shoot, shoot, shoot!" The rest of the herd stands up and starts moving off but the old bull is not sure where the noise is coming from. The trigger finally moves and I hit him through the lungs and he spins around and drops. I had cleaned the the rifle the night before and had not set the trigger box firmly. Lesson learned.

Nyassa wildebeest

I finally had my wildebeest! And a nice very old bull. I think these are probably the most striking of the wildebeest in looks.

Heading up to Lake Utunge camp for a couple of days to look for hippo and croc. On the way we see more animals than we've seen in the last week. 2 big buffalo present a quick shot but as I set up on the sticks I forgot to drop my glasses and all I see is a black blur. When I get the glasses off the buff runs into a forest and I'm not keen on taking a running shot. Finally, we are seeing buffalo, and good ones!

Day 11:
Start off looking for buffalo but don't find a thing. No buffalo, no zebra, wildebeest, impala or anything. When we drove in the day before animals were everywhere. Now all we can find is one small warthog. As we're wondering what happened we spot something in the road ahead. A lone wild dog who runs into the trees. We hear it barking and answering barks from what sounds like a large pack. Mystery solved. We head away from the dogs and go to the lake to look for crocs. We see a lot of them up to about 10' but nothing really exciting. We set out the wildebeest rib cage as bait but after several hours nothing hits it. The crocs seem to be well fed after the floods. I decide I'd rather concentrate on buffalo and forego a croc this trip.

Day 12:
Decide to head back to Mwieba camp for the remainder of the safari. Shortly after we set off we spot 2 dugga boys under a thorn tree. We get down and on the sticks, but their horns are in the branches and before JP can tell if they're shooters they run. A few minutes later we spot 3 more! All 3 shooters, but they take off before we can get down. We start following the tracks and eventually lose them in thick scrub and tall grass. There are more tracks and we start following a nice single track. After an hour or so we get to a sandy river bed and one of the trackers spots something in the sand. A buffalo and he doesn't know we're there only 50 yards away. We are standing on a steep sandy slope. JP gets the sticks up and I set the rifle on them. As the weight of the rifle settles on the sticks they slide 5 feet down the slope with me in tow. JP follows and I set up again only to slide down more. Now the buff is up facing us, but he can't see us well through some leaves dangling just a few feet from his chest. JP has his binos up and is asking where his horns are. "I can't see any horns, is it a cow? Where are the horns?" With my angle and looking through the scope I can see a broken horn on the right side of his head. To me it looks like a busted up old bull. JP get's a better look and tells me to shoot. I shoot through the leaves into his chest. He turns to run across the riverbed but the sand is soft and slows him down. I put 2 more bullets into his left shoulder as he runs. As he gets to the opposite bank and starts going uphill I shoot for his spine and break his hip. He has no leverage to go up a steep and sandy bank and falls back into the sand. I reload and put three more into his right shoulder. He begins to stagger and settles into the sand and bellows. He struggles to get up and I reload and put one in his back. As he rolls onto his side JP asks me to put one in his spine and it's over. When we first discussed what I was looking for in a trophy buffalo I told JP I wanted either a 42" or bigger bull or a beat up scrum capped warrior. I got my wish!

The rest of the morning is spent field dressing the bull and cutting a track for the truck to get close to the river. On the drive back to camp we see 4 bulls run into the forest, but can't get a shot. After dropping the bull and having lunch we head out and find more bulls! Almost nothing for 2 weeks and today I shoot what I think is a fantastic animal and see a total of 12 bulls!

Day 13:
Still looking for a second buffalo, a hippo and since I have given up on croc I tell JP I'd like to get a shot at Chobe bushbuck and an East African Greater Kudu. Almost right away we spot a couple of nice bulls but they don't present a shot. We decide to go back to the riverbed and see what we can find. We spend several hours covering a few miles on the sand. Plenty of tracks. Bushbuck, buffalo, hippo, croc and even leopard. Just no animals. As we round a bend, our tracker, Nuhu, stops and whispers "Chuy, chuy". I never see him, but I hear him. We stumbled on a large leopard drinking. He heard us and crashed up a hill through some fallen trees. We continue the walk in the 100 degree sunshine. Not much to see so we get back to the truck and find some shade for lunch. After lunch we continue the trek until JP comes to a rapid stop and puts up the sticks. "Get your gun up, quick" I ask what he sees and I hear "An Eland, he's huge!" "Do you see him? He's up on the hill. Shoot him in the shoulder". An eland was not really on my list since it's a high cost trophy. But the way JP stopped and spoke made me sure it was worth taking. I found the eland in the scope and shot his left shoulder. He drops immeditaely and I though he fell into the riverbed. We move forward and another eland bull appears a few dozen yards to the left of where we saw the first. JP sets the sticks up and I have the scope on him, but I'm not sure if it's a different bull or the same one. This one looks unperturbed and calm and looks like it's eating a leaf. JP glasses him and can't tell either. then I can see a line of blood running down his left shoulder and JP tells me to shoot. Boom! Through the left shoulder and he drops. We move quickly across the river bed and clamber up the steep bank to find nothing! Both shots hit, as we could see the impact and hear the thwack. As we start looking for tracks one of the trackers looks into a thicket and there is the bull on his belly looking out at us. I get in a position to shoot and put a bullet behind his right leg and he bursts out of the bushes and collapses on his front legs. Then, incredibly, using his neck he shoves himself up and bulldozes forward several times. He covers 40 or 50 feeet and collapses again but is still struggling. I put 2 shots behind his shoulder while he is on his belly, hoping to hit his heart. After a few minutes he rolls over and dies. The first shot was a pass through both lungs and the second shot boke both front shoulders. His neck is something to behold. And his horns!

We spend the rest of the afternoon cutting a track to the riverbed for the truck and skinning out the eland.

Day 14, Last day:
We head back to the riverbed looking for bushbuck and kudu. Almost right off we find 2 dugga boys, one that looks huge. We start a stalk but we are in 6' high grass. I can see the bull over it but JP is a few inches shorter and he can't see them at all. We make our way up a dry stream to get closer and walk under a red ant nest. These suckers hurt when they bite! I feel a bite on my neck and think it's a tstetse but it is an ant about half an inch long. Then I feel Libon brushing my head and back and realize I'm covered in ants. Everyone is covered in ants. We spend a few frantic seconds brushing them off each other and pulling them off our skin! We resume the stalk but the buff have moved off and we can't find them. The rest of the day is spent walking and driving until lunch. We head to the water hole where we had seen hippo hoping something might come for a drink in the afternoon heat. As we settle down to eat JP spots a huge hippo bull across the water. We watch him interact with some cows and the younger bull we had previously seen but he won't come within range for a shot. Finally, we try to antagonize him into coming close, but he gathers his cows together and they head to the far side of the hole into thick reeds. The youngster is antagonized and comes close but he ain't a shooter! JP asks if I want to walk around and try to get a shot on the big boy. I've been resigned to not getting a hippo this trip and I don't want to spend the rest of the day and night waiting for a hippo to float if I do get a shot. We spend the rest of the day looking for bushbuck and kudu but none appear. The grass has finally started browning now that I'm getting ready to leave and the burned areas are sprouting new grass. The next group will probably have an easier time! We head back after a botched hunt on a baboon, but the beer is cold, the trackers are happy and it's a beautiful sunset on a great safari!

 

[Rider717]

I hope to read more and I hope your hardship is rewarded in the end!

I notice your suppressor - I was always under the impression that suppressors were not aloud in Tanzania for hunting. Things always change fast in Africa haha.

I asked before I left and as told it was allowed. The game scout had no problem with it.

 

[cpr0312]

Congrats on a wonderful hunt! Some great pics, and that scrum cap bull

 

[LivingTheDream]

Bro!! You finished strong!!! Congratulations on the Leopard! Glad it turned out to be male and a big male at that.

 

[Red Leg]

Great cat and super eland. Congrats on a great hunt.