Wow! AH has changed since I left. I will post here since it seems appropriate and I need a little more time to familiarize myself with the new site. The new AH is looking good!
The hunt was a learning experience to say the least and I am still reeling. The hunts all changed as I was able to actually see the environment, wildlife, and changing conditions. The crocodile hunt changed as the floods altered the landscape and location of animals. The areas where I may have had a chance at recovering an arrowed croc were not what I was looking for in my hunt. The crocs were acceptable but these ponds and surrounding environments were not elements of my dream experience. My PH and the outfitter was aware of this and brought me to a large body of water adjacent to the Limpopo River. After scouting the area I could see that there was no way for me to send a responsible shot with an arrow. I was able to get within bowhunting range on two but it was obvious that they would have surely been lost. It sure is different making an on scene assessment. This water was way too big and these crocs, about six feet long, were something to see. They look a lot more powerful in person.
I used the remainder of time at this location scouting and looking for a larger trophy. It was very enjoyable just soaking up the scenery and some very large looking eyes and "horns" were seen surfacing at a distance. One croc in particular caught our interest. He was basking on a flat rock at a small island ranged at just over one hundred yards out. He was estimated at seven or eight feet. I thought he was beautiful.
I got back to the lodge and made the final decision to leave the bow behind and return the next day with a .308. The thoughts of rifle hunting a croc with a rifle being too easy were set straight by what I had seen that day. Some time was spent at the range getting locked on with the borrowed rifle.
The next day was a bit gloomy and I wondered if the same croc would be basking on that rock. The hour long journey made the anticipation and excitement build. When we finally got around to the water, we could see that a sizeable croc was out sunning himself. I proned out and crawled to the nearest bank on our side of the water. The whole time, some kind of vicious plant was giving me puncture wounds to the chest and belly. I didn't dare waste any movement that would risk alerting the croc just to see what the heck it was. I cautiously flattened the tall grass obstructing my line of sight. All but two blades that were near the waters edge, on my side. They were swaying from a moderate left to right breeze. I got lined up and and got a better look at my target. He seemed different from the one seen yesterday but still beautiful. The crosshairs were now resting at the top of his smile. A considerable amount of time was spent waiting for a break in the breeze. I allowed my body to rest from the crawling around. Finally, the breeze eased up and I had a shot between those two blades of grass. My breathing and heart had slowed by then and I began the squeeze. The round was finally sent. I reloaded and got back on. He was perfectly still except for the tail which was swinging back and forth. What relief! My PH advised me to send one into the neck and one into the shoulder. I placed those shots and the croc was still in the same position. YES!
Now it was time to recover him. We made our way to the opposite side of the lake. The island was about fifty yards away from this side. We ditched our shirts and shoes and got to it. This was undoubtedly a significant part of the hunt. I had no idea that the real experience would be like this. What a thrill. We didn't see any hippos(just tracks) but there were other crocs in the area. For some reason, for a moment, I was concerned with the numerous puncture wounds in my torso and the unknown microbes in the water. The lapse of concentration was interrupted with excitement as we made our way to the little island. I couldn't see him until some reeds were parted and I climbed onto one of the rocks. Holy moly! It is a lot different seeing these guys up close. I took a quick pause to look for movement. Nope. We finally celebrated. Yeah!!!
After some difficulty, we made it back to shore with him and took some photos. After looking at the photos taken while scouting, it was obvious that this guy was a different croc. He was a bull that measured at 10'8".
I am sure that I have missed a lot in this post and I doubt that I could do the real experience justice by my words. I hope that I conveyed a decent likeness. It was a great day. Little did I know, I had chosen another animal that was full of surprises. The klipspringer would turn out a different, but just as exciting experience.
I wanted to include the name of my PH but I forgot to ask permission. I always ask before putting anything like that on the Internet. I will get back to that.
You guys were right! I remembered the advice given and I have great memories for it. Thanks!
Photos were taken at multiple locations. What a workout.
The island where he was recovered is in the background.
My wonderful girlfriend who is allowing the rug in the house.