So we arrive at Mpeti about 2:30pm and go right to the range where we sight in the 416 and 300 WSM. All is good, then we go out looking for animals. There was a slight drizzle. Not much happening that afternoon, so back to the comfortable lodge where we had a great dinner and some nice brandy and coke drinks, lekker lekker.
Next day officially Day 1, it was raining. Not hard but enough to get pretty soaked after 1/2 day of hunting. I gave my rain gear to my wife Diane, I had rain resistant jacket and pants which proved pretty good, but not perfect. Back to the lodge at lunch for a change of clothes and then back out again. We did see an Impala here and there but none that were up to Conrads standards. Then we found one, Nice sized male with beautifully shaped horns. We began the stalk in the rain. At about 50 yards, he set up the sticks, and I took aim. “Shoulder” Conrad whispered and I pulled the trigger of the 416 and “click”. Not one hour before, Conrad instructed me to rack another round and take a second shot should a cartridge not fire for any reason, and that is what I did. Good broadside shot right on the shoulder, the Impala ran about 50 yards and dropped. Conrads dog, Diesel, an amazing animal and a huge part of the team, found the Impala. I looked at the round that didn’t fire and no primer strike. What I experienced was the infamous “Blaser click”. I was unaware of this phenomenon until that moment. The issue is, when you are loading a round quietly, the bolt will occasionally not be fully engaged but will look so. The fix is just to hit the handle forward, which you can do quietly, and the issue is resolved. I do this now after every cartridge is in the chamber as insurance. As a side note, the impala is delicious.
Drop off the Impala at the skinning shed and off we go, still Day 1. Still raining and we spot a massive Nyala (I say we, but it was either Conrad or his professional hunter apprentice Henno, who has a keen eye for game and is a valuble asset all around). We stalked to about 60 years, sticks up, safety off on the 416 and the whisper “shoulder”, boom, good shot, ran off in the bush 50 yards again and dropped. This one had horns measured at 31 cm so it was truly a massive animal. Beautiful animal. Back to the shed we go.