TANZANIA: Last Hour In The Selous With GAME Trackers AFRICA. Never Say Die!

Roy Wilmeth

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My dad and I recently returned from an unbelievable safari with Game Trackers Africa hunting buffalo in the Selous. It was the most difficult hunt I have ever experienced. There were many ups and downs during the trip, and just when it looked like all hope was lost…..well I don’t want to spoil the ending. You need to read the whole story. Life has been crazy busy since we returned and it has taken me longer than expected to post my report. I spent several weeks after the trip journaling each day’s events so that I could look back one day and remember the details of the hunt that one tends to forget over time. Rather than give you a summary of the report, I felt it would be better to share the story in its entirety. Some of you may find it a bit longwinded, but in order to appreciate the ending you really need to read it from start to finish. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it and reliving the experience.
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Last Hour in the Selous

The last time my father (Frank) and I had been to Africa was 20 years ago. We spent 13 days hunting buffalo and plains game in the Zambezi valley. I also did some tiger fishing on the Zambezi River. It was a once in a lifetime trip and everything we had hoped it would be. It was truly “wild Africa”. I was 15 years old at the time. Frank was 49. For years we have both longed to go back but simply didn’t have the means. Frank gave up on the idea years ago and accepted that a second trip wasn’t in the cards. It has been a goal of mine ever since we returned to one day take him back to Africa. Fast forward 20 years and the time had finally come. Because of God’s grace and provision, I now had the means to get us back.

I began planning this safari almost two years ago. I spent a good deal of time researching areas as well as outfitters that would best suite our desire. The desire was to once again find a remote location where we could experience “wild Africa” as we had before. The target was buffalo. Any additional game would be a bonus. This likely would be the last time my dad and I would get to hunt Africa together. It was critical that I choose the right location and the right outfitter. I reached out to Craig Boddington for advice, and he was kind enough to oblige me. I asked him the following question, “If you could only go on one last buffalo hunt, where would you go and with who?” His response…”I thought you were going to ask me a difficult question. That’s easy….The Selous!” We talked for a good while about The Selous as well as several other areas in Africa where we could find good buffalo hunting in wild places such as the Zambezi Valley, Mozambique, and Zambia. He offered recommendations of outfitters in each area, and I researched them all. After many conversations with references and careful consideration, I ultimately decided to go with Game Trackers Africa and booked a 7-day 2X1 buffalo hunt in the Selous Game Reserve. The hunt would take place from Sept. 1-9, 2021. My dad new nothing of my plans, and I couldn’t wait to tell him the news.

There was much preparation to be done. It was March of 2020. We had a year and a half to get ready. I decided to wait until Father’s Day to surprise my dad with the trip. Keeping this secret for the next 3 months was painful, but I kept busy and had some items to get in order before I broke the news. I needed a rifle and so did he. I set out on a mission to find the perfect caliber for buffalo. After hours and hours of reading and researching, much of which was done on AfricaHunting.com, I had determined that I’d found the perfect caliber……the .404 Jeffery. Once I discovered its legend in Africa and long, rich history of taking down big game, I was hooked. Finding a .404 for sale can be difficult, but I was very fortunate to come across another AH member with one he was willing to part with. It was a CZ 550 built for a buffalo hunt that never came to fruition. The previous owner knew that letting it collect dust in the closet was no way to respect such a rifle. It needed to go to Africa. It needed to kill a buffalo. I was thrilled to have it. I also came across a 450/400 Ruger Number 1 and decided to jump on it in case my dad might like to carry it. He was certainly welcome to choose his own rifle if he didn’t want to use either of mine. On our previous safari he carried a Dakota Arms 375 H&H but sold it years ago after deciding he wouldn’t have the chance to go back. With the rifles in hand, I quickly began working on load development. I didn’t spend much time on the 450/400. While it was extremely light weight and a dream to carry, I found the recoil rather unpleasant. The .404 Jeffery was much more enjoyable to shoot. I was surprised at the accuracy of the rifle, even with open sights. After much experimentation, I settled on 78 gr of H4350 which gave me a traditional velocity of around 2150 fps. For bullets I used 400gr Swift A Frames and Hornady DGS for solids. I mounted a Leupold 1X5 scope with a red dot reticle and 30mm tube. I had a few modifications done to the rifle to better suite me which included shortening the barrel to 23 inches, installing a timney trigger, adjusting L.O.P to 13.5 inches, and installing a red pachmayr recoil pad. I was very pleased with the finished rifle and couldn’t wait to show my day what I had secretly been working on.
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This trip was originally meant to be a surprise birthday present for Frank’s 70th in Dec. of 2021. Since the trip was scheduled in Sept. 2021 I decided to tell him early on Father’s day of 2020. It was a day that I had been anxiously waiting for several months. We invited him and my mother over for steak and lobster to celebrate Father’s Day. Just before dinner I had him sit at the table to open his gift. Inside an old wooden suite case style box, he would first find a .404 shell which I had laser engraved “Selous Gamer Reserve 2021.” I knew this would get his wheels spinning. Next, he would find a card with an old dagga boy on the front of it. Inside was a letter I’d written him. It was an invitation letter. The invitation was for him to join me in the Selous Game Reserve for an adventure hunting cape buffalo. His response was priceless. He was speechless and overcome with emotion. He couldn’t believe what he’d just read. It was a special moment that I will remember forever. We laughed a little. We cried a little. Then we feasted on steak and lobster. He claimed it was the best he’d ever had. I imagine he would have thought that even if it had been cooked poorly. It would definitely take a while to sink in. We were going back!
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My dad decided to go with the logical choice of the 375 H&H for his rifle selection. He found a Winchester Model 70 safari rifle and upgraded it with a beautiful super grade stock. Topped with a Leupold 1X5 scope, it was a classic safari rifle. Like me, he quickly began developing loads and ultimately settled on 75 gr of H4350 resulting in velocities of 2550 fps. He used 300gr Swift A Frames for softs and Hornady DGS for solids. We were able to shoot together on several occasions. It was a lot of fun collecting data and fine tuning our rifles. We even practiced following up each other’s shots just in case we found ourselves in the right circumstance to do so in Africa.
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We had 15 months to prepare for our trip. While that sounds like a long time, it really flew by. August suddenly came and it was time to pack our bags. All preparations were complete. We used Travel With Guns for our travel agent. They were very good at guiding us through all the red tape. We had all the paperwork in order and were ready to get on a plane. We would first fly from Dallas to Washington, where we would overnight. Then from Washington to Addis Ababa Ethiopia, then to Dar Es Salaam in Tanzania, then charter into camp. We had virtually no hick ups on our way in. All flights remained on schedule. Checking our guns in Addis Ababa was an interesting experience, but one I was prepared for after reading about others’ experiences on AfricaHunting.com. When we arrived in Dar, we were required to take a rapid covid test. This was despite having a pcr test done within the last 72 hours. Thank the Lord our tests were negative. It would sure stink to have traveled all the way to Africa and test positive, then have to quarantine and miss our safari. Fortunately, we were able to proceed to our final destination. Suleiman (a representative for Game Trackers Africa) was waiting on us when we landed in Dar. He helped us clear customs and escorted us to the charter plane. We were very grateful for his assistance. We were down to the last leg of the journey. The charter flight would last about 45 minutes. It was a flight we were both looking forward to.

I’ve always enjoyed flying on smaller planes and being able to see the landscape from a closer point of view. This flight was one I will never forget. Not because of anything happening unexpectedly. But rather because of the anticipation and excitement that was continuing to build. With each minute that passed we were getting further and further from civilization. The earth below us was suddenly void of black top roads, fences, or any other man-made structures. Occasionally you could see herds of animals moving about. They may have been elephant or buffalo. They looked like ants from the plane. It wasn’t long before we were flying over Lake Utunge where we would be camped for the next 8 days. It was much larger than I had imagined and was absolutely stunning from that altitude. We could see the dirt runway not far from the lake. As we made our decent, we watched a small herd of elephant moving off in the distance. Our hunting party was waiting for us at the end of the runway. The landing was smooth, or as my dad would say….”perfect landing”. It was his opinion that any landing which one could walk away from was a “perfect landing.” It took a long 2 days of traveling to get here, but we had arrived. What an amazing feeling to step off the plane and onto African soil. We had finally set foot in the famous Selous. It was a wild place. A place written about in many books. A place that hunters dream of. A place where we would soon be tracking buffalo. I had to pinch myself.
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We had a quick meet and greet with our PH Jabu Kirkland and the team of trackers, then a short 15 minute drive to camp. We were greeted by the rest of the camp staff upon arrival and given warm wet towels to wipe the grease off our faces. The camp was set up right on the edge of lake Utunge and the view was breathtaking. There was a gentle breeze coming off the water which kept the temperature quite pleasant. After touring the grounds, we were escorted to our bunks which were equipped with in suite toilets, sinks, and showers. The accommodations couldn’t be any nicer for such a remote location. After a hot shower which was long overdue, we decided to relax for a bit by the lake before dinner. It seemed like an appropriate time for a good cigar and a glass of whiskey to celebrate the fact that we were finally in Africa and that tomorrow we would be chasing buffalo. We would be sharing camp for the next couple of days with a gentleman by the name of Matt who was from California and had 5 days left on a 10-day safari. Matt had already killed 2 buffalo on day 1 and 3 and a warthog as well and was now in pursuit of hartebeest and bushbuck. We took a walk to the salt shed to check out his trophies. Both bulls were impressive, however, one was particularly nice with big bosses, good drops and just over 40 inches wide. He was the type of bull Frank and I were looking for. Matt and Jabu talked of how many buffalo they had seen over the past few days. They were seeing buffalo around every corner and had quite a few encounters today just prior to picking us up at the air strip. Our expectations were high. I could not wait for what tomorrow might bring. It was now time for supper, so we made our way to the dining room. We were served a very nice three course dinner with fish as the main dish. After filling our bellies, we spent the remainder of the evening visiting around the campfire just next to the water. We enjoyed listening to the stories told of the past few days of hunting. Tomorrow perhaps we would have our own to tell. It was time to turn in for the night. Tomorrow morning would come early, and we needed all the rest we could get. Sleep would prove difficult the first night. On top of the jet lag, the lake was full of hippo which can be quite noisy and sometimes sounded as if they were just outside the tent. It definitely makes part of the African experience.
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Great start. Looking forward to the rest. Thanks in advance for sharing your story with us!
 
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Day 1: A Perfect Start

Wakeup call was at 5:30am. We had coffee and toast for breakfast and then watched the sunrise over the lake. There was a small group of hippo that were making their way across the lake within a stone’s throw from camp. What a way to begin the morning.
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Our game plan was to quickly check zeros on the rifles and then begin our search for buffalo. We left camp around 6:30am and were at the range within a few minutes. We both took two shots off the sticks at 100 yards. All four shots were within two inches of the bullseye. Time to get after it! We loaded up and were officially on the hunt. While buffalo was the primary target, we would not pass up an opportunity at a nice Niassa wildebeest or warthog should one present. We were on the road for less than an hour before we had our first encounter with buffalo. We were cruising steadily when I suddenly spotted a bull to our left about 40 yards off the road in thick brush. “Buffalo! Buffalo!” I whispered to Jabu. They stopped the truck and we quickly got on foot with rifles loaded and began backtracking to where I saw him. We didn’t have to walk far and there he was still at about 40 yards. All we could see was his backside. Jabu had me get on the sticks and Frank stood to my right with his rifle shouldered as well. Jabu called to the bull to get him to turn so we get a look at him. The bull took a step backward to where he could see us, and we were able to size each other up. He was a nice bull with hard bosses and a decent spread. Jabu figured him to be 38 inches or so wide. He told me I could take him if I liked him. I didn’t know what to do. He was a good bull but not exceptional. I had a perfect shot and plenty of time with my dad ready to back me up. I asked Jabu if he thought we could do better. He paused for a moment as he studied the bull through his binos. “Yes, I think we can do better,” he said. I put my rifle down and pulled out my phone and took a couple of pictures of the bull. He finally decided he didn’t like the situation and began to run off. It wasn’t until he took off that we noticed there was a second bull with him, so we quickly pursued after them to try and get a look at the second bull. We went about 100 yards or so and Jabu was able to catch a glimpse of the other bull. He wasn’t impressed so we decided to head back to the truck and press on. What an experience! This was my first encounter hunting buffalo when I was the one on the sticks. Twenty years ago, I was an observer. It was the first hour of the first day and I had a respectable bull in my sights. I felt we made the right decision to pass on the bull. It was just too easy. There was no tracking involved. We didn’t have to work for him. It was too early in the trip, and we were in the Selous. I knew I might regret the decision later, but it was a risk I was willing to take.
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We drove around until 9:30 and found a nice shade tree to stop and have some coffee and a bite to eat. We relaxed for about 20 minutes or so and then it was time to get back at it. Over the course of the next several hours we saw multiple species of game including impala, warthog, zebra, and wildebeest, but nothing worth pursuing. At 12:30pm we broke for lunch and decided to rest for couple of hours to allow the heat of the day to pass. We tried to nap but the tetse flies wouldn’t allow it. At 2:30pm it was time to get back on the road. We spent the rest of the afternoon on the vehicle searching for game. We saw lots of plains game similar to what we had seen that morning but no more buffalo. As we were making our way back towards camp one of the trackers spotted a lone wildebeest several hundred yards off. The wind was in our favor, so we got on foot to attempt a stalk. I traded rifles with Frank in case I had to make a long shot. The lone bull had a group of impala off to his right and a group of zebra to his left. The impala knew we were there, and I was afraid they were going to blow the stalk for us. The bull and zebra were too busy grazing to ever look up. As we slowly cut the distance between us, the impala eventually fled the scene, but the bull and zebra remained unalerted and unaware of our presence. It was a perfect scenario with the wind in our face and the bull slowly grazing away from us. We eventually closed the distance to just under 100 yards. At this point we still weren’t sure if this was a quality bull or not as he had barely lifted his head during our approach. We waited patiently and finally got a decent look at his horns. Jabu said he was a good bull with wide horns and worn tips. As soon as I had him broadside, I squeezed off a shot on the shoulder. I heard the impact of the bullet as I watched the bull kick and run off. That sound never gets old. He made it about 50 yards before crashing. He was done. There was no need for a follow up shot. I had no idea just how beautiful this animal was until we walked up to him. His hide was gorgeous with a color similar to that of a roan. Jabu said he’d never seen one that red before. He was an old bull with smooth, polished horns. He was a superb trophy in my book, and I felt very blessed to take him.
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After photos we loaded him up and began our drive back to camp. It was late in the evening and the sun was fixing to set. We passed by the east side of the lake on the way in and stopped for a moment to watch the sun go down. There was a big pod of hippo about 100 yards or so hanging out in a shallow area of the lake. It was a perfect ending to a great first day.
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Back at camp we shared stories with Matt and Peter (his PH) over dinner, then ended the night with a drink by the fire. Just before bed I was able to see my wife and children through video chat using WhatsApp. I was very grateful to have Wifi in camp so that I could keep in touch with my family. I was a long way from home and being able to see their faces and share some stories with them was something I looked forward to each day. Off to bed for some rest so we can do it all again tomorrow.
 
Great start to your report! Looking forward to more!
 
Day 2: Bacon for Breakfast

Wakeup call at 5:30 again. Same routine as yesterday. Coffee and toast by the lake then off to search for buffalo. The plan today was to make our way to a dry sand riverbed on the opposite end of the concession. It was an area they had been seeing buffalo regularly over the past week. It was about a 2-hour drive from camp which would give us plenty of ground to glass along the way. There were also many water holes between us and the riverbed that we could check as well. We didn’t make it far from camp before spotting some wildebeest. They were spooked by the vehicle and ran off. We attempted a stalk but eventually gave up after bumping them several times. Back to the truck. We drove a short distance when Frank spotted something several hundred yards off. A quick look through the binos revealed what appeared to be a very nice warthog. We had a good wind and a favorable scenario with scattered brush and trees between him and us. We took our time and moved slowly over some very tricky ground. We were stalking through a dry flood plain that was completely covered in deep buffalo tracks. It was what you would expect to see in a feed lot only the mud was dry making it extremely rough terrain. After cutting the distance in half, Frank and Jabu proceeded slowly while the rest of us held back. There were actually two pigs, and they were busy feeding and had no idea we were on to them. Once they got about 100 yards away, Jabu set Frank up on the sticks and he quickly squeezed off a shot. I was filming the situation with my phone, and while I wasn’t able to capture the hit, you can hear on the video the impact of the bullet. The pig dropped in his tracks. We caught up with Frank and Jabu and made our way to retrieve the animal. He was an excellent trophy with thick ivory completely intact. My dad was thrilled to have him and so was I. He really wanted to take a warthog 20 years ago in Zimbabwe, but due to some miscommunication there was not a tag available at the time. It was the only disappointment for the whole trip. He only had to wait two decades, but alas he finally had his warthog.
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We were only about 20 minutes from camp, so the crew decided to make a quick trip back to the skinning shed and process the pig while we had coffee and a snack under a shade tree. We were feeling very blessed. The weather was perfect with overcast skies and a comfortable temperature. It was the second morning of the trip and we already had two animals in the salt. Optimism was high. After the crew returned, we were back on the road again. We had several encounters with wildebeest throughout the morning and attempted multiple stalks but were unsuccessful. We also saw lots of impala and warthog, which seemed to be around every bend. We made it to the dry riverbed around noon. It was many miles long and took almost an hour to drive the length of it. There were several springs in this area which made it a hot spot for game. The ground was covered with sign. We saw countless hartebeest during the drive, which was typical for this area, but no buffalo. We found a good spot to break for lunch at the end of the riverbed. After resting for a while and allowing the heat to pass we began our journey back. It wasn’t 15 minutes later before Jabu spotted a lone dagga boy feeding at a spring in the distance. The wind was right, and he hadn’t heard us approaching. We quickly jumped off the vehicle and prepared for a stalk. He was facing in the opposite direction and in no time we were within 75 yards of the bull. We studied him for a moment and then Jabu called to him to get a better look. I was on the sticks and Frank was ready to back me up. The bull heard the call, turned, and gave us the perfect look. He was quartering to, and I had the drop on him. He was an old bull with smooth, polished bosses and worn tips. His body was massive. Jabu said he was a good bull and that we should consider taking him. Once again, I was unsure of what to do. It was only day 2 and he was the second bull I had looked at through a scope. There was no doubt he was a beautiful old bull and one that anyone would be proud of. Was he the bull one comes to the Selous for? Might I see a much bigger bull tomorrow? I asked Jabu if he thought we could do better. “He’s a very nice bull. I think maybe your dad should consider taking him,” he said. I asked Frank if he wanted to take him. He shook his head no and said, “We’re in the Selous.” We decided to pass on the bull. I know many would call us crazy. Maybe we were. Maybe it was a foolish decision that would haunt us later in the trip. Time would tell. I was able to get a few pictures of the bull just before the wind shifted and gave him our scent. Once he smelled us, he left in a hurry. I’ve said this before but what an experience! At only 75 yards we must have starred at each other for a full 60 seconds, though it felt much longer. I was grateful for the encounter with this bull and will cherish the memory forever. Time to get on the road again.
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We took our time over the next several hours as we headed back to camp. Along the way we saw a variety of game including impala, warthog, zebra, baboon, duiker and hartebeest. We did not see any more buffalo, nor did we find any fresh tracks worth pursuing. We made it back to camp around dark. After cleaning up we had dinner with Matt and Peter and shared stories of the day’s events. We followed dinner with a drink by the fire and then turned in for the night. I was excited about what tomorrow might bring. After two days, we had two animals in the salt and two close encounters with respectable bulls that we could have taken. Tomorrow may be the day we kill a buffalo. Better get some sleep.
 
Day 3: The One That Got Away

Our morning started off the same as the first 2 days. After coffee and toast, we were off to look for buffalo. Our plan was the same as yesterday. We would slowly make our way to the dry riverbed only this time we would take a different route to cover new ground. We spent most of the morning chasing wildebeest to no avail. We also attempted a stalk on a nice warthog which was also unsuccessful. Late morning, we spotted a stud of a kudu bull feeding in a clearing. He was very heavy with deep curls. Jabu suspected he was 55 inches or so. I would have loved to have taken him but unfortunately kudu was not available on a 7-day license. Maybe next time. We made it to the riverbed mid-day. Not long after we bumped two dagga boys on the opposite side. They heard the vehicle approaching and were on the run when we spotted them. We quickly got on foot in pursuit. We picked up their tracks where we’d last seen them and unfortunately, they had entered an area where the grass was extremely thick and tall. We continued to follow the tracks for half an hour or so and then the winds began to shift. Due to the terrain we were in, the tracking was very slow and now with an unfavorable wind the situation did not look promising. We decided to not waste any more time and headed back to the vehicle. We made it maybe ¾ of a mile down the riverbed when we spotted several warthog. Jabu and I got on foot to take a closer look. I carried the 375 again in case a longer shot was needed. The pigs were spooked and new we were after them. As we closed the distance it became a bit of a cat and mouse game. They ran into an area with scattered trees and lots of shade. We caught a glimpse of the biggest pig and he looked to be a good trophy. We didn’t have a clean shot, so we proceeded to try and get closer. The pig spooked again and ran out of sight. We walked slowly to where we last saw him and began to glass the area. I was sure he was gone when suddenly Jabu spotted him standing in the shadow of tree maybe 60 yards away. He was perfectly still and well hidden. There was a branch covering his shoulder forcing me to aim just a hair back. I was able to squeeze off a shot and then he took off. He ran 20 yards before piling up. He was a beautiful pig and had great ivory with hardly a blemish. I was grateful to have him.
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After pictures we loaded him up and continued up the riverbed. We stopped for a quick lunch and then continued our search for buffalo. We saw the usual assortment of plains game throughout the afternoon. Then around 5:30pm we had our next encounter with buffalo. As we were cruising Jabu spotted four bulls off to our left. They were less than 100 yards from the road and took off just as we had spotted them. Jabu said there was one really big bull in the group. Normally we would give them time to get out of sight and settle down before picking up their track. In this case it was late in the day, and we were running out of time. We had no choice but to immediately pursue. I told Jabu if we get an opportunity I would like my dad to be the one on the sticks. We got on their tracks and after maybe 20 minutes we caught up to them. They were a little over 100 yards away and were all four stopped and looking for us. The bull in the middle was huge. He was directly facing us with his nose up trying to figure us out. His bosses were massive and completely fused. He had good drops and was fairly wide. This was the bull we were after. A bull that needed no discussion. Jabu quickly set up the sticks and just as Frank was getting settled the bull turned and was gone. We stayed on their tracks for another half hour but eventually had to call off the chase due to the fading light. It was dark by the time we made it back to the truck. We had about a 40-minute drive back to camp. Plenty of time to think about the giant bull that had just given us the slip. We were so close. Another 5 seconds was all we needed to close the deal. It wasn’t meant to be. Frank was upset with himself that he didn’t get on the bull fast enough. “I had my chance and didn’t get it done. You should have been on the sticks,” he said to me on the way back. It wasn’t his fault. There simply wasn’t enough time. Better to not shoot at all than to rush a shot just before dark and have to back out on a wounded buffalo. He agreed but it was still a tough pill to swallow. I knew exactly how he felt.

Back at camp we cleaned up and then spent some time facetiming with the family back home. We had a good dinner and then relaxed by the campfire while discussing the day’s events. Optimism was still very high. Things were going well. Three days in and we had three animals in the salt. We had an opportunity at a mature bull each day so far and each one was bigger than the last. We had 4 days left to get it done. Should be more than enough time. Who knows what tomorrow might bring.
 
Day 4: Soft Bossed Bulls

Today marked the halfway point in the trip. We had spent much of the last 3 mornings chasing wildebeest and warthogs. It was time to get serious about buffalo. We needed to get a bull down and take some pressure off the next few days. With that in mind we agreed to pass on any opportunities at other game and focus all our attention on buffalo. We had our first encounter of the day around 10:30am. The trackers spotted a small herd of buffalo off the road in the distance. Probably around 30 head or so. It was the first time we had seen a herd during the trip. The wind was swirling, and we knew that getting close would be difficult but we decided to give it a go. To my surprise we were able to close the distance to under 75 yards without getting busted. The buffalo were scattered amongst a group of trees and there was an open clearing between them and us. We had stalked up to some brush which provided just enough cover for us to hide and spend some time glassing over them. There were several bulls in the group, but all were soft bossed. From our vantage point we couldn’t make out those towards the back so Jabu decided to call to them and see if we could bring them out for a closer look. As Jabu began to mimic the sound of a wounded buffalo, they followed the script perfectly and slowly started to filter their way towards us to investigate. Before long the entire herd was no less than 30 yards directly in front of us. Unfortunately, there were no mature bulls in the bunch. It didn’t matter though. It was an awesome experience, and I was able to capture much of it on video.
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Later in the morning we picked up some fresh dagga boy tracks crossing the road and spent several hours trying to catch up with them but were unsuccessful. The wind continued to swirl throughout the day and every time we would get close, you could tell by the tracks that the buffalo were suddenly running indicating they had picked up our scent. Late in the day as we were making our way back to camp, we spotted a herd of buffalo crossing the road up ahead. They must have been a good half mile away. We got on foot and tried to quickly cover the distance between us as we would soon run out of daylight. We eventually were able to head them off and find a good spot to glass over them. This herd was twice as large as the one this morning. Maybe 70 head or so. We spent several minutes looking them over but could not find a mature bull. Jabu called to them just as we’d done this morning and it was the same scene, only this group came even closer. The lead cow must have come within 20 yards of us. Again I was able to capture some of the event on video. Although we didn’t find a shooter bull, it was an unforgettable experience, and I was grateful for the close encounter.


It was after dark when we made it back to camp. Dinner was excellent as usual. We shared some stories and drink by the fire and then turned in early. Jabu wanted to push wake up call to 5:00am in order to get on the road a little sooner. With 3 days left and still 2 buffalo to kill we were now starting to feel the pressure. No reason to get anxious yet. We had encountered buffalo everyday so far. Three days is still a lot of time, and it can happen quickly at any moment. Time to get some sleep.
 
Day 5: Gone With the Wind

Wakeup call at 5:00am. On the road by 6. The wind was swirling from the get-go and was relentless the entire day. We tracked buffalo for miles and miles and miles with no luck. The wind simply made it impossible to get close. If the wind was right for us to approach a water hole, it was wrong by the time we got there. This made for a really long day. Late in the afternoon we found a small herd of buffalo maybe 20 head or so feeding at spring. They spooked when they heard us approaching. We picked up their tracks and after an hour of tracking we caught up to them in some thick bush. We closed the distance to under 30 yards and just as we began to glass them the wind hit us in the back of the neck. They vanished in a cloud of dust. We walked into several more springs but no luck. By the time we made it back to camp we were whipped. At dinner while discussing what a tough day it was my dad made the comment “We could a walk a circle with the wind at our backs.” It was said as a joke but was a true statement. We were all still optimistic but could feel the pressure mounting. There are 2 days left. We still have time to get it done. We will get it done. On a different note, we did have some cool encounters today. While sneaking into a waterhole what we thought were buffalo turned out to be a small herd of elephant. We were less than 30 yards away when we realized what they were. We were in a thicket near the water and they were on their way out as we were on our way in. We were careful not to alert them of our presence as things could get a little hairy should they discover us so close. We also saw a beautiful Roosevelt sable late in the afternoon. Jabu figured him a little over 40 inches. Like kudu, sable are not available on a 7-day license. He will remain on my bucket list for another time. Better get some rest. Tomorrow may be another long day. Hopefully our luck will change.
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Day 6: The Curse Continues

Wakeup call at 5am again for an early start. We picked up some fresh dagga boy tracks crossing the road around 8am. It was a group of 3 bulls and looked promising. We spent the next 4 hours tracking them but never got close enough for a visual. Same story as yesterday. The winds were swirling early and continued to alert the buffalo we were after. We ate on the road and continued to press on. We checked several waterholes throughout the day and saw several warthog as well as eland but no buffalo. Around 4pm we were approaching another waterhole and decided to drive in rather than walk due to a bad wind. As luck would have it there were 3 dagga boys watering there and of course ran off when they saw us coming. We tracked them for the next 2 hours but couldn’t get close due to the swirling wind. We ran out of light and had to back out. We had a long drive back to camp in the dark. We were dog tired and frustrated. We couldn’t seem to catch a break. The wind was a curse. It seemed that the harder we pushed, the more difficult the hunting became. If something didn’t change soon, we were going home with no buffalo. The decision to pass the bull on day 2 loomed large. We had 1 day left. One day to accomplish what we haven’t been able to in the past six. We tried to be positive and optimistic in conversation, but inside we were discouraged. We were running out of time and knew the odds were stacking against us. The hunt ain’t over yet. Tomorrow is a new day and we’re gonna give it everything we’ve got left. Time to get some sleep. I have a feeling tomorrow will be another long day.
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Day 7: Last Chance

Wake call at 4:30am. I made a quick call to my wife Lisa. It was 8:30pm back home. I needed some encouragement. I told her we may be coming home from Africa with our asses kicked, tails tucked and the 2 most expensive warthogs anyone has ever killed. I told her at this point I would gladly shoot a bull with 1 horn. The situation was desperate. We needed help. Maybe even a miracle at this point. I asked her to say a prayer for us, which she had already been doing. I spent the next few minutes on my knees in prayer. The last few days have been humbling. We were physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted. We needed God to bless us with a steady wind today. We needed Him to gift us a buffalo. Killing 2 bulls was no longer important. We would be completely content with one. We’ll see what happens.

Jabu wanted to walk a new area this morning at daylight. That was the reason for the early wake up call. It was an area we traveled through yesterday that had lots of sign. It was a beautiful valley in the shape of a horseshoe that was wide open and full of green grass. We saw some impala and of course more warthog but no buffalo. Despite this, it was a rather enjoyable walk and a great way to start the morning. Around 9:30am as we were making our way toward the dry riverbed one of the trackers spotted a herd of buffalo way off in the distance. It was the largest herd we’d seen during the trip. Jabu figured over a hundred. For the first time in the past few days, we had a constant wind. Praise the Lord! They didn’t know we were there, so we immediately got on foot and made a long trek to catch up with them. We found some good cover and were able to spend a good bit of time glassing over them. There was not a mature bull in the whole group. Back to the truck. We pressed on toward the riverbed and arrived sooner in the day than we had expected. We checked a few a springs but found nothing worth pursuing. We did, however, see a large herd of eland crossing the riverbed which was very cool. We also saw a nice kudu bull with some cows in the same area. It was 11:00am. We had a decision to make. We had originally planned on resting for lunch and then walking the length of the riverbed in the afternoon after the heat passed. We had encountered buffalo every time we’d been there this week. To stick with that plan would mean we’d have 3 hours to kill since we were already here. Killing time was a luxury we could no longer afford. Time was running out. We agreed that we should press on and spend every last second searching for buffalo. Our new plan was to check as many waterholes as we could during the heat of the day and cover as much ground as possible. I was convinced at this point that if we were going to kill a bull today, we would have to get lucky at a waterhole. As each hour passed, our chances of killing a bull grew smaller and smaller. The thought of going home empty handed was depressing. I’d spent just shy of 2 years planning and preparing for this trip. Never during all that time did I even consider the possibility of failure. Maybe I was naïve to my own arrogance. Maybe the Good Lord was teaching me a lesson in humility. We may be in for a long flight home. We checked one waterhole after another. We almost always found game, just not the game we were after. We crossed paths with a pack of wild dogs as we were walking in to one particular waterhole. There was a bunch of young pups with them also. They were aggravated with us being there. I was glad I got to see them. We continued on.
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It was now 2:00pm. We were on our way to another waterhole when Jabu suddenly spotted buffalo straight ahead in the distance. They had spotted us first and were on the run. It looked to be group of 6 or 7 bulls. This could be the opportunity we’ve been looking for all week! The wind was good, and we had plenty of daylight left. There was no need to push them. We waited 15 minutes to allow them to settle down before we picked up their tracks. After half an hour of tracking we could tell they were no longer running. Another half hour later and were finding warm dung. The warmest I’ve felt in days. I’ve never in my life been so excited about a steaming pile of shit. We must be getting close. Jabu and the trackers stop for a minute and have a discussion. The trackers think the bulls are headed to a waterhole up ahead. The wind is no longer in our face and Jabu decides we should get off the track and approach the waterhole from a different direction. Hopefully we’ll find them there. I asked Jabu how far the waterhole was. He didn’t know because he’d never been there. The trackers weren’t sure either. Getting off the track made me very nervous. I sure hope they’re right about this waterhole. Otherwise, we will lose precious time. Well, it turns out they were right. Not far up ahead I can see water through the bush. I was pumped. The bulls must be there. We move slowly and take our time approaching. When we finally got there, I couldn’t believe my eyes. They weren’t there. How could that be? Did they change direction and pass up the waterhole? There was no time to waste talking about it. We quickly headed back to where we left the track and picked it back up. Guess where it led us. Straight back to the waterhole, only to the opposite side. I was confused and frustrated. Why were they not here? Why would they stop for water and leave so quickly? Twenty minutes ago we were hot on their heels. Jabu and the trackers studied the ground for a bit and discussed among themselves. There seemed to be some confusion amongst them as well and they started spreading out trying to figure out the scene. I couldn’t make sense of the situation. Doubt was beginning to creep in. I wondered if we had gotten onto a different set of tracks. There were tracks all over this country. Frank asked me what I thought about it. I was afraid this tracking job was going to end like every other one we’ve been on the past few days. I just knew we would find those bulls at this waterhole. When we didn’t, it caused me to question everything. To be honest, I was beginning to lose faith. I was exhausted both physically and emotionally. Jabu asked if everything was ok. I told him I felt like we’d been chasing ghosts for the last 3 days. He knew we were tired and frustrated. He was tired and frustrated too. He then said something I’ll never forget. “Bwana this is buffalo hunting. This is how we do it. If we give up on this track, we’re gonna keep chasing ghosts. I know the wind has been terrible, but this is the best wind we’ve had and I think we need to stay on this track until dark. It’s the best chance we’ve got to kill a bull.” He was right. This is buffalo hunting and that’s what we signed up for. Time to dig deep and push to the end. The trackers finally regrouped and decided which direction they were headed. It was now around 3:30pm. We lost some time getting off the track and we need to make it up. We pressed on.

The wind was still in our favor. An hour passed, and we were beginning to find warm dung again. I was cautiously optimistic. The trackers were keeping a good pace and it felt like we were gaining ground. As we continued on, we started to see sign of the buffalo feeding. While the trackers kept their focus on the ground, Jabu was always looking ahead. Constantly glassing hoping to spot something black. Around 5pm Jabu spotted them several hundred yards off. “There they are!” he said. He was as excited as I had seen him the whole trip. With a sudden surge of adrenaline, my legs were no longer fatigued, and I felt as fresh as the day we arrived. We picked up the pace a bit as we closed the distance on them. They were feeding into the wind and directly away from us. We stalked to within 60 yards and Jabu set up the sticks. They all appeared to be hard bossed bulls. Jabu wasted no time identifying the biggest one. “Shoot that one!” he said as he pointed me toward the bull. I had no shot. The bull was feeding and moving constantly in a zig zag pattern. There was a tree right in front of his shoulder. “Come let’s get closer,” Jabu said. We move several steps closer and Jabu set me up again. “That one.” Still no shot. There are now 2 trees in front of him and all I can make out is his midsection. I’m not even sure which way he is facing. “Come let’s get closer.” We move several steps again. We are very close now. There are 7 bulls within 50 yards of us and they have no idea we are there. Jabu gets me on the sticks for the 3rd time. “That’s him. Take him!” I finally had the shot I needed. He was facing to the right perfectly broadside. I never once paid any attention to his horns. There was no time for that. I quickly squeezed off a shot on the shoulder. BOOM! Now all hell breaks loose. I reload as they all take off. We could tell nothing about the shot as he was standing in the shadow of a tree when I fired. There’s no chance for a follow up since he is now mixed in with the other 6 bulls. They make it 30 yards and my bull drops like a rock. “He’s down! He’s down!” Jabu is yelling. “Give me the sticks! Give me the sticks! Frank come quickly!” Jabu is frantic trying to get my dad on the sticks to try and take a second bull. The trackers hand Jabu the second pair of sticks. They had just made them a few days ago and they were not broke in yet. Jabu can’t get them open so he hurls them out of the way. “Give me the other sticks!” I was just on them but have no idea where they are at this point. The situation was chaos. Jabu is yelling and everyone is scrambling around. Meanwhile the other 6 bulls are getting further and further away. They find the sticks and get Frank set up, but the bulls are now almost out of sight. The opportunity at a second bull is gone. You won’t believe what happens next. My bull suddenly lets out a death bellow. I didn’t even know he was still alive at this point. The other bulls hear him and make a complete U-turn and are now headed directly at us. Six bulls are running directly at us! They’re maybe 100 yards and closing. Jabu yells at my dad “Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!” Frank is looking through the scope and all he can see is black hair. His scope is zoomed in making it difficult for him to get on a bull. Jabu is still yelling. “Shoot. Shoot!” They’re getting closer now. Frank says “Which one!?” Jabu: “Just pick one! Pick one! Anyone!” Now I’m yelling at Frank. “Just pick one! Shoot the one on the left!” They are about 50 yards away now and still coming straight at us. Jabu then yells at one of the trackers, “Give me my rifle, give me my rifle!” Just as he is reaching for his double, the bulls finally see us and change direction. They are about 40 yards now and as they slow down to change course, one presents a broadside shot. Frank fires and Jabu immediately backs him up. The bull stumbles and falls. His head is still up so I fire a shot. He’s almost done but hasn’t expired yet. Jabu has Frank take one last insurance shot. He’s done! Back to my bull. He’s dead but hasn’t completely stopped moving yet. I put an insurance shot in him. He’s done! Celebration breaks out. We’re hoopin and hollerin. We’re huggin and high five’n. It was as if we’d won the super bowl. As far as it relates to hunting, we had! Our backs were against the wall and we just pulled off the ultimate “Hail Mary” in the 4th quarter with no time left on the clock. It was 5:20pm on the last day and we suddenly had 2 bulls on the ground within 70 yards of each other. When the dust finally settled Frank and I looked at each other in disbelief. Did that really just happen!? It was 45 seconds of absolute chaos. Neither of us knew what we had just killed. It all happened so fast. We walked up to Frank’s bull first. He was a beautiful, old warrior. His bosses were thick and just beginning to smooth over. His mass carries all the way out to the tips. I knelt beside him and placed my hand on his boss. I thanked God for the moment and for the unbelievable gift he had just given us. I was overwhelmed and overcome with emotion. This was the moment I had dreamed of sharing with my dad, though I had no idea it would be this dramatic. We took some pictures and then it was time to go check out my bull. On the way over Jabu said “Wait till you see the size of this bull Bwana.” He had it all. His conformation was beautiful with deep, full curls and good width. He had big knarly bosses with chunks of horn missing off both sides. He was exceptional and I felt very blessed to have him. They were both superb trophies in my book. Not because of what they measured or how they scored. But rather because of how we hunted them and the memory that we will cherish forever.
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It took the crew about 45 minutes to get the truck to the buffalo. Luckily we weren’t terribly far from a road. We had just enough time before dark to get the buffalo positioned for a group photo. Now the hard work begins. The guys begin to gut and quarter the buffalo while Frank and I have a drink and reflect on all that just took place. They make quick work of it and had both buffalo stuffed into the Landcruiser just after dark. It was a meat wagon if I ever saw one. There were hooves and horns going every which way. Pile 8 more guys in and on top of the vehicle and we were low ridin. We tried to follow the same path they drove in on but somehow got lost in the dark. It took about an hour and a half for the guys to finally find the road before we could begin our trek back to camp, which was almost 2 hours away. No worries. There is plenty of cold beer in the cooler. Not to mention 2 dagga boys under our feet that gave us a reason to smile all the way home. We got to camp after 11pm. We showered up and then I called my wife and kids. I had quite a story to share with them. They were jumping for joy. Lisa cried when she saw the picture of Frank and I standing over 2 dagga boys. She didn’t sleep well last night and said that every time she woke up she would pray that God would bless us with a buffalo today. He answered our prayers in a big way. We ate dinner around midnight followed by a drink and a celebratory cigar by the fire. We laughed and laughed about the hunt. Specifically, about Jabu yelling “Just pick one! Pick one! Anyone!” Frank looked like a deer in the headlights. What an ending! It still hadn’t quite sunk in yet. We didn’t stay up too late. Our charter was scheduled to pick us up at 9:30am tomorrow morning. Time to get some much needed sleep.

We woke up around 6:30am and got all our gear packed up. We had coffee and breakfast as usual and then some paperwork to attend to. After everything was in order we relaxed by the lake until time to head to Utunge International Airport. Saying our goodbyes at the airstrip was bittersweet. I owed this crew a great debt of gratitude. I could not thank them enough for their hard work and persistence. They worked their tails off from dark to dark every day. They helped me turn a dream into reality. They will never know just how special this hunt was for Frank and me. I feel that I have made a friend for life with Jabu and hope to stay in touch. God willing, maybe we will hunt together again someday. I hope so. Time to board the plane. Our adventure in the Selous had come to an end, and what an adventure it was! I was sad to leave such a special place. At the same time, I couldn’t wait to get home to my family. I missed them dearly and still had a lot miles to cover to get home. As we flew over the Selous I reflected on all that had happened this past week. There were so many things I was taking with me from Africa. I was pushed to my limits. I experienced the full range of emotions that come with hunting. From failure and despair to victory and overwhelming joy. God taught me lessons on patience, humility, perseverance, and faith. I learned what buffalo hunting is all about. It was not at all what I expected. Everyone has a picture in their head of the ideal bull they would like to shoot, but you don’t get to pick one out of a catalog. You must take what Africa gives you and be grateful for it. I understand that now. The bull we saw on day 2 was a gift. It was a mistake to pass on him, one that I made due to my inexperience and ignorance of buffalo hunting. It was a lesson learned the hard way and one I will never forget. Having said that, I wouldn’t change anything about this hunt. We were awarded an opportunity at redemption. An opportunity we had to earn. We had to fight to the finish, and it made the victory that much sweeter. The experience of taking two bulls together with my dad in the Selous on the last day was well worth all the effort it required. It is one that I will never forget and that I will cherish forever.

Thank you Jabu Kirkland for your tireless efforts and for pushing me to the very end. Thank you to the whole team at Game Trackers Africa who helped make this hunt a success.
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Awesome hunt, congratulations!
 
Wow those are some nice last hour bulls you got there!! Congrats to you and Frank. Thanks for the write up Roy, I enjoyed reading it.
 
What a great hunt. I cannot imagine the emotion. I appreciste your write up and the way you opened your whole life to us—family, faith in Christ, great PH and team of trackers. Thank you for a great encouragement to start my day. Your friend, Brian
PS: Could you post a picture where you name all the team members? Thanks
 

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