After the croc, I was back on the prowl for a nice sable and if a big buffalo or kudu presented itself, it might be in jeopardy. Not having to check the lake and drainages for crocs during the warmer hours would give us a lot of time to do some tracking.
After tracking a group of sable and bumping them again, I suggested to Brin that we slow down a bit more when the sign and spoor got real fresh. It seemed to me that the trackers were moving a bit too fast. Sometimes this happens in areas with lots of game because there’s always more animals later in the day to go after again so each tracking job isn’t taken as seriously as it could be. I’m used to spot/stalk archery mule deer hunting on the Eastern Plains of Colorado where you need to go slow on the final approach. Brin agreed and we made some adjustments to our tactics.
A while later, some buffalo crossed the road in front of us so we waited for a while and then went after them. This time after the sign showed signs of a slowing herd, we slowed down as well. Once we spotted them, just Brin and I crawled up for a better look. We found a really nice bull that had hard boss, dropped low and was right at about 40”. I could have shot him but his boss wasn’t as bulbous or big as I was hoping. To me, he just wasn’t different enough from the bull I had shot with Jamie the year before. If the bull had been 42”+ or had bigger boss, I would have shot him. I think Brin thought I was a bit crazy (and some of you might as well) but I was looking for something different, so we backed out.
Once back at the Cruiser in the late afternoon, Brin suggested that we work our way back towards camp through some likely looking sable habitats to see if we got lucky and could spot a feeding or moving herd before dark. That sounded good to me.
We hadn’t gone more than a few miles in the Cruiser when we spotted a new group of sable with a good bull. They ran off but didn’t seem terribly spooked so we gave them a few minutes to calm down and went after them on foot. After 10-15 minutes, we spotted the sable cows in front of us but where was the bull? We had definitely seen a bull with them! Had he left temporarily to chase off another bull? Had he snuck off with a lone cow? We were glassing all around but he seemed to have disappeared. Suddenly, Brin hissed, “There he is!” He was pointing ahead but to the right side of the cow herd and was walking quartering away from us. I was already standing behind the sticks while glassing so it didn’t take me too long to get my rifle up and on him. The bull was walking through scattered trees so I found a gap he was passing through and shot. We could tell he was hit but didn’t drop. We ran forward and saw him slowly moving away and I shot again and he went down! I finally had my sable after three safaris and this one didn’t get away! He was a good, 39” bull. Not the biggest we had seen but darn nice!