Connor Baumgarten
AH senior member
Here’s a quick story for you
On my second safari with my dad and a work colleague of his Stevan, with Legelela safaris. We had this basic idea of what we wanted to target for plains game my dad would target waterbuck and Duiker, his friend had his list, and I would go for Gemsbok and wildebeest. A week before I was doing a cull hunt with Frontier safari’s in the east cape so I was adamant about my Dad and Steven to go first on this hunt(sportsmanship a mistake on my part).
So on the first couple of days of hunting Stevan would go hunting first because it was his first safari and he took a most excellent Red Heartabeest and a respectful Sable in that time frame. Then my dad went on a stalk with our PH for waterbuck. After a while of them stalking and eventually losing any sign of waterbuck they came across a most respectful of Gemsbok( a inch short of SCI class) so with rifle in the sticks he thought to himself I really should let Connor have this one…..but I’m here now! And then took my desired Gemsbok opportunity from me.
The day after at camp the property came owner Talked to our chain smoker of a PH and said there’s a single old golden wildebeest that escaped the wildlife auction years ago and he will give a client that wildebeest for the same price as a normal blue wildebeest. So me being the son of Scottish women and naturally thrifty jumped at the opportunity. And proceeded to place 3 perfectly placed shots of 30-06 into the old bull(next time I’m using a 375 for a wildebeest, that’s a tough animal!).
Later that day we decided to target waterbuck for dad. So driving around eventually we stoped and the PH to got out and whispered to me come Connor let’s go hunt a sable. I was flabbergasted! My Dad decided to give me s Sable without telling me. So then the chase began! My PH and I stalked and stalked, he would stop on I would get down low, then we stalked some more. We kept seeing sable, and they would see us and disappear into the bush perfectly blending to the shade of the trees. So then we would keep going and keep stalking and would keep smoking. And eventually we lost the sable all together. But we kept going anyway…and suddenly he stopped and looked through his binoculars, and said to me(smelling of tobacco)…hay that’s a really nice Duiker, you want him? And I stood there thinking to myself I really should save this for dad…….wait a minute he shot my Gemsbok! And I proceeded to drop that little Duiker where he stood taking my revenge for the missing Gemsbok hole in my life.
And that’s that. Thank you for reading and have a good day.
On my second safari with my dad and a work colleague of his Stevan, with Legelela safaris. We had this basic idea of what we wanted to target for plains game my dad would target waterbuck and Duiker, his friend had his list, and I would go for Gemsbok and wildebeest. A week before I was doing a cull hunt with Frontier safari’s in the east cape so I was adamant about my Dad and Steven to go first on this hunt(sportsmanship a mistake on my part).
So on the first couple of days of hunting Stevan would go hunting first because it was his first safari and he took a most excellent Red Heartabeest and a respectful Sable in that time frame. Then my dad went on a stalk with our PH for waterbuck. After a while of them stalking and eventually losing any sign of waterbuck they came across a most respectful of Gemsbok( a inch short of SCI class) so with rifle in the sticks he thought to himself I really should let Connor have this one…..but I’m here now! And then took my desired Gemsbok opportunity from me.
The day after at camp the property came owner Talked to our chain smoker of a PH and said there’s a single old golden wildebeest that escaped the wildlife auction years ago and he will give a client that wildebeest for the same price as a normal blue wildebeest. So me being the son of Scottish women and naturally thrifty jumped at the opportunity. And proceeded to place 3 perfectly placed shots of 30-06 into the old bull(next time I’m using a 375 for a wildebeest, that’s a tough animal!).
Later that day we decided to target waterbuck for dad. So driving around eventually we stoped and the PH to got out and whispered to me come Connor let’s go hunt a sable. I was flabbergasted! My Dad decided to give me s Sable without telling me. So then the chase began! My PH and I stalked and stalked, he would stop on I would get down low, then we stalked some more. We kept seeing sable, and they would see us and disappear into the bush perfectly blending to the shade of the trees. So then we would keep going and keep stalking and would keep smoking. And eventually we lost the sable all together. But we kept going anyway…and suddenly he stopped and looked through his binoculars, and said to me(smelling of tobacco)…hay that’s a really nice Duiker, you want him? And I stood there thinking to myself I really should save this for dad…….wait a minute he shot my Gemsbok! And I proceeded to drop that little Duiker where he stood taking my revenge for the missing Gemsbok hole in my life.
And that’s that. Thank you for reading and have a good day.
