Ran across this old thread and had to respond:
By no means a expert on this topic, I still feel as though the spotted hyena is the most underrated trophy in Africa today. While they can and do get taken by chance, to target them specifically, is not much different than hunting leopard or lion. Bait and wait. Make no mistake, the spotted hyena is a worthy advisary when deploying this method. Smart, cunning and almost strictly nocturnal, they will test your patience.
In 2007, my best friend, his wife and my wife and I went to Chirisa in Zim, mainly for Buffalo. On my list was also a spotted hyena. After being extremely lucky and taking a bull and a cow within the first three days, we set out hyena baits at several locations using the buffalo rib cages. One of the locations was within a few clicks of the camps, where all of the bones from the trophies are taken. We actually chained a side of the rib cage to a old elephants pelvic bone to keep them from dragging it away. The first night they came and pretty much "demolished" the entire rib cage, bones and all. With this we chained an additional rib cage to the pelvic bone and built a make-shift blind up on a bluff overlooking the "grave yard" clearing, about 135 yds away. When we finished, the trackers cleared a path away from the clearing for about a kilometer. The trap was set for the next morning! I really wanted my wife to experience this so I convinced her to go with us the next morning. 4:00am came early, but we needed a early start to be able to get to the blind well before daylight after a 3K walk in. The walk into to the blind remains one of my best memories. Pitch black with no moon, Scott, the PH leading the way with a small, dim, LED light so we would be undetected. A male lion, grunting his warning to any other male intruders pierced the blackness the entire way in. With each grunt, he seemed closer and my wifes grip on my hand grew tighter. As we grew close to the blind, the faint "laugh" of a hyena was heard and adrenaline began to kick in. "This just might work" I thought to myself. We arrived and all assumed their place behind the wall of brush that was our blind. The long wait for shooting light had begun. The next 45 minutes were amazing. Pitch black, you could not see a thing past the end of your nose. But with all of the sounds of hyenas moving and communicating, the lion steadily getting closer as he grunted every few minutes painted a picture in my mind that was as vivid as anything seen with my eyes. The wait was long but fascinating! As the very first hint of light orange started edging into the horizon, I noticed Scott easing up to look over the blind wall with his Zeiss binoculars. After a few minutes he motioned for me to stand. It was so dark that looking thru the scope, I could only make out the hyena when he moved. Once he stopped, the form melted into the morning darkness. After trying to get the crosshairs on this "ghost", and not doing a very good job, Scott whispered " he's about to leave", take him now! Well, the form was moving toward the bait (which I could see fairly well since it was a side of ribs chained to a 300lbs bleached white pelvic bone!). I was following the "ghost" toward the bait when it stopped moving I stopped the crosshairs and squezzed the trigger. The muzzel blast from the 7mag was blinding because it was so dark! I couldn't see a thing! Then Scott whispered....you missed. What?? Crap! I thought. I was thoroughly dejected! Scott then whispered "be very quite, maybe they will come back out" Fat chance I thought. I just woke up every thing in Africa in a 5 kilometer radius with a 7mag blast, but hey, I'm game. As the minutes ticked by, the morning light started to get better and better. Just then, I saw a hyena sneaking toward the white pelvic bone. As I settled the crosshairs on this now, pretty visable, hyena, I noticed a much larger one moving into view 50 yds farther away. Before Scott could say anything I shifted the crosshairs to this larger one and squeezed off. This time I didn't miss. Amazing what you can do with shooting light! One of the problems was that once we got off the bluff and down to the hyena, we realized that during the night, the hyena's had dragged the 300lbs pelvic bone with the rib cage another 100yds away from where we originally had it. So instead of shooting at 135yds like we thought, it was over 200yds away. With plenty of light, no problem. With very little light, big problem! All in all, a great exciting hunt. One other side note. The "boys" didn't seem too excited about this killing a hyena thing. No smiles, or customary handshakes. As we where setting it up for pictures I asked Scott what was up? He said that the boys didn't like hyenas. They believe that "witches" use them, by riding them, as transportation to get around and they were evil. Everyone that see's my trophy room says that their favorite mount is the lifesize hyena!