……………. When it comes to hunting behind the fence anywhere in North America, I truly believe this is in no comparison to hunting high fence in Africa. ……...
Exactly.
……………. When it comes to hunting behind the fence anywhere in North America, I truly believe this is in no comparison to hunting high fence in Africa. ……...
Most people thankfully understand they are looking at a computer monitor ....
NitroX,
Thanks for the clarification.
Previously I had believed that you were actually standing in my house, aiming an elephant gun at my face.
I kept asking myself: - "Who is this person, why is he threatening me with a deadly weapon and how the balls did he get in here anyway? ... I've got to think!, I've got to think!"
I'm feeling better now,
Velo Dog.
Mr VD you been on the mothers ruin(gin ) again ??
I hunted the Bubuye for 8 days when, upon my arrival in Zimbabwe, the concession owner on the free range area I was to hunt, reneged on the permits I had paired for. My PH saved the day with quick thinking and great effort, and shifted me to the Bubuye Conservancy.
I don't think anything happens by accident and my impression of the Bubuye was pretty well set when a bull elephant charged our truck on the first afternoon. It didn't seem that he was bothered that the 850,000 acre area was high fenced.
I am also reminded of the four days we spent trying to sneak up on eland. Sneaking, crawling, hiking, every and always hiking, for four days trying to get up close enough to an eland bull to get a shot. I was cut, bleeding, bruised, dirty and exhausted every day for three and a half days. The problem turned out to be the herds of impala and zebra that we encountered, it seems eland like hanging out with herds of smaller, sharp-eyed animals that bolt if they see a human on foot. And it appears, from my experience, that once spooked, those Bubuye eland don't stop running for several miles. And believe me, we followed a number of them.
I got my eland and it was the hardest, most challenging and rewarding hunt I've ever had and I am damn proud of him.
And I never saw the fence after we entered the area until we departed eight days later.
Same happened to me with those damned zebra busting us
shoot them through the window. I would, queue the banjo's I would be right at homeBaboons! The damned baboons got me. And to top it off onehad to start his noise making at 4AM every day and bellowed right into our beedroom window...... Baboons would be reason enough to allow hunters to carry high capacity AR15's in RSA.