K-man
AH legend
Hello to all fellow AH'ers, I will attempt to fill the void of hunting reports with a short report of my trip to Cameroon January of 2021 with Jacques Spamer of JKO/Sable Safaris.
My quest to hunt Cameroon began a couple of years ago but began in earnest at DSC January of 2020. I visited with 4 or 5 outfitters at the show while there but just didn't seem to get the right feeling from several of them about the operation, or the concession. Met and contacted another outfitter at another show who would be personally involved in the hunt and also began contacting Jacques about a hunt with him. The more research I did, the more Jacques and his operation became the front-runner. My take on Cameroon is the concession is the biggest advantage (or disadvantage) of the operation. It seems some concessions, while large and in the right locations, have small or nomadic herds of Lord Derby Eland. Cost is always a factor in my hunting plans, but the time and money spent on a fruitless hunt is so much more expensive. Jacques has a pair of bordering concessions owned by a French gentleman named Pascal that doesn't do a lot of hunts, it is more of a personal retreat for him and his friends, and the connection between Jacques and Pascal was a mutual hunting friend. I booked the hunt in October and set the dates for the hunt after I learned DSC was virtual this year. Jacques has a partner in France that arranges the flights and Visa and gun importation requirements. I sent my passport off to him and the process was completed in just a few weeks. After a busy holiday season and getting my Blaser R8 in the .375 h&h configuration sighted in, I boarded flights from the midwest to Washington DC to Brussels to Douala. The biggest surprises of flying are the Covid testing. The requirement for a negative PCR test just before boarding caused me to schedule a test at a site just 15 minutes from my home the night before my flight. When I arrived, they said, "Sorry, we're out of tests" A mad scramble to find another site caused me to drive to Duncan Ok about three hours away 4 hours before they closed. All this now just 8 hrs before my first flight. On arrival in Douala two international flights had landed minutes apart and without anyone's knowledge, we were herded into a long line of about 300 people to get a Covid test. They tried hard to socially distance everyone in a line that was three blocks long in the terminal, then allowed 100 people into a small room standing room only for the Covid test. Three people in white jackets were giving covid tests. On completion we went to baggage where my meet and greet gentleman Salihou met me and took me to meet Jacques where we ate and overnighted in a nice French hotel.
The next day we flew Camair to Garauo which is a daily milk run type flight. Much different than our domestic or international air carriers. I have noticed our domestic/international air carriers have much cleaner planes than a year or two ago. Not so much the Camair.
On arrival to Garauo we were met by Moussa and transported to the local hotel. It was getting dark by the time we were close and when the driver turned off the main road choked with street vendors, small motorcycles and pedestrians to a side dirt street rutted and trash lined I began thinking, if I were to take someone to a back alley to beat the tar out of them and take their possessions, this would be the place to go. We arrived intact to the hotel and climbed the stairs to our rooms. This is where the rest of the title comes into focus. The room I had was, well, iffy at best. Certainly not the place to take your wife. I slept on top of the covers. BUT the a/c worked!! Seems that is the standard for Africa. Later I learned Jacques' room was not as nice, as he put it, "the P.H.'s room." All part of the adventure! We met a French P.H. at the airport who recommended a nice dining establishment across town called La Casa. We had a great meal, and the appetizer we ordered was Camerones. With my limited French but better Spanish grasp of the language it was a great tempura battered shrimp, twice as large as you would get in USA.
Early the next morning we would leave for camp from the hotel. It was to be a 4 to 5 hr drive so lots of emotions arriving to camp and getting ready to hunt. Three across the seat of a Cruiser is a bit cozy but we were loaded in the back with water and Coke and luggage. The tar road turned into a dirt road about an hour in. It progressively diminished as we got closer to camp, with it becoming a deeply rutted two track for the last hour.
Arriving in camp we were introduced to the rest of the staff and put bags and gear away. Jacques who I will call Mr Jacques to avoid confusion (the camp manager and P.H. from France) told us that we didn't have meat in camp and we were going out to shoot a Kob. That's great news for me as it means trigger time and felt a bit like "old Africa" where your first duty was to get meat for camp. We stopped a ways from camp with a couple shots to verify the gun was on and we were off. Kob were everywhere and it wasn't long before we had a mature Kob standing just off the road. we got off and after a short stalk and a single shot the Kob was in the truck. We continued on and soon located the tracks of a small group of Savannah Buffalo. We stalked for about 30 minutes before the trackers stiffened and began pointing. Mr Jacques began glassing and I saw my first Savannah Buffalo. Not much time to identify the bull and the herd finally sniffed something and were off. As it was too late to allow them to stop and for us to start another stalk we went back to camp.
My chalet in camp
The main dining camp chalet
The river in front of camp. Also the dividing line between the two concessions.
The Kob for camp meat
As this report will require more time to prepare I will divide it into sections
My quest to hunt Cameroon began a couple of years ago but began in earnest at DSC January of 2020. I visited with 4 or 5 outfitters at the show while there but just didn't seem to get the right feeling from several of them about the operation, or the concession. Met and contacted another outfitter at another show who would be personally involved in the hunt and also began contacting Jacques about a hunt with him. The more research I did, the more Jacques and his operation became the front-runner. My take on Cameroon is the concession is the biggest advantage (or disadvantage) of the operation. It seems some concessions, while large and in the right locations, have small or nomadic herds of Lord Derby Eland. Cost is always a factor in my hunting plans, but the time and money spent on a fruitless hunt is so much more expensive. Jacques has a pair of bordering concessions owned by a French gentleman named Pascal that doesn't do a lot of hunts, it is more of a personal retreat for him and his friends, and the connection between Jacques and Pascal was a mutual hunting friend. I booked the hunt in October and set the dates for the hunt after I learned DSC was virtual this year. Jacques has a partner in France that arranges the flights and Visa and gun importation requirements. I sent my passport off to him and the process was completed in just a few weeks. After a busy holiday season and getting my Blaser R8 in the .375 h&h configuration sighted in, I boarded flights from the midwest to Washington DC to Brussels to Douala. The biggest surprises of flying are the Covid testing. The requirement for a negative PCR test just before boarding caused me to schedule a test at a site just 15 minutes from my home the night before my flight. When I arrived, they said, "Sorry, we're out of tests" A mad scramble to find another site caused me to drive to Duncan Ok about three hours away 4 hours before they closed. All this now just 8 hrs before my first flight. On arrival in Douala two international flights had landed minutes apart and without anyone's knowledge, we were herded into a long line of about 300 people to get a Covid test. They tried hard to socially distance everyone in a line that was three blocks long in the terminal, then allowed 100 people into a small room standing room only for the Covid test. Three people in white jackets were giving covid tests. On completion we went to baggage where my meet and greet gentleman Salihou met me and took me to meet Jacques where we ate and overnighted in a nice French hotel.
The next day we flew Camair to Garauo which is a daily milk run type flight. Much different than our domestic or international air carriers. I have noticed our domestic/international air carriers have much cleaner planes than a year or two ago. Not so much the Camair.
On arrival to Garauo we were met by Moussa and transported to the local hotel. It was getting dark by the time we were close and when the driver turned off the main road choked with street vendors, small motorcycles and pedestrians to a side dirt street rutted and trash lined I began thinking, if I were to take someone to a back alley to beat the tar out of them and take their possessions, this would be the place to go. We arrived intact to the hotel and climbed the stairs to our rooms. This is where the rest of the title comes into focus. The room I had was, well, iffy at best. Certainly not the place to take your wife. I slept on top of the covers. BUT the a/c worked!! Seems that is the standard for Africa. Later I learned Jacques' room was not as nice, as he put it, "the P.H.'s room." All part of the adventure! We met a French P.H. at the airport who recommended a nice dining establishment across town called La Casa. We had a great meal, and the appetizer we ordered was Camerones. With my limited French but better Spanish grasp of the language it was a great tempura battered shrimp, twice as large as you would get in USA.
Early the next morning we would leave for camp from the hotel. It was to be a 4 to 5 hr drive so lots of emotions arriving to camp and getting ready to hunt. Three across the seat of a Cruiser is a bit cozy but we were loaded in the back with water and Coke and luggage. The tar road turned into a dirt road about an hour in. It progressively diminished as we got closer to camp, with it becoming a deeply rutted two track for the last hour.
Arriving in camp we were introduced to the rest of the staff and put bags and gear away. Jacques who I will call Mr Jacques to avoid confusion (the camp manager and P.H. from France) told us that we didn't have meat in camp and we were going out to shoot a Kob. That's great news for me as it means trigger time and felt a bit like "old Africa" where your first duty was to get meat for camp. We stopped a ways from camp with a couple shots to verify the gun was on and we were off. Kob were everywhere and it wasn't long before we had a mature Kob standing just off the road. we got off and after a short stalk and a single shot the Kob was in the truck. We continued on and soon located the tracks of a small group of Savannah Buffalo. We stalked for about 30 minutes before the trackers stiffened and began pointing. Mr Jacques began glassing and I saw my first Savannah Buffalo. Not much time to identify the bull and the herd finally sniffed something and were off. As it was too late to allow them to stop and for us to start another stalk we went back to camp.
My chalet in camp
The main dining camp chalet
The river in front of camp. Also the dividing line between the two concessions.
The Kob for camp meat
As this report will require more time to prepare I will divide it into sections
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