With baits out on all the major hotspots, that were/ are showing signs of cat activity, we found time to cram in some more plains game hunting during the daytime.
On day Roy suggested that we sit in one of his Custom made blinds on his large dam out the back, and see what comes in during the day. ( Otjandaue also caters to bowhunters as well as traditional rifle men). We saw alot of wildlife that day, including over 200 head of Gemsbok.
We were specifically looking for a nice trophy Gemsbok Bull for a shoulder mount. Even with the huge number we saw, not one stood out or took Roy's fancy. All we succeeded in doing was basically a tally count and created more work for Roy as we seemed to see a few Oryx that could do the herd in general a favour if they were culled out.
As it got later, the steady stream of animals coming in dried up like my throat. It was getting hot and even I was starting to feel it too! We both came to the mutual conclusion that it was time to retire to the house for lunch.
Instead of taking me back the direct route Roy pointed the old Land Cruiser into the dry river that runs past the lodge, but we entered the river way upstream, near the dam we were sitting on.
Again many Kudu cows/ young bulls, Impala, Boons and Oryx were found taking refuge from the soaring midday heat of this November day. We round a sharp bend in the river and behold a immature bull standing with a much older bull in the middle of the sand bar. I dismount the old Cruiser and start to follow. They don't run far, only to the safety of the shaded bank, which had a slight incline up. Roy instructed me to shoot the one on the right. My remington came up, I put the leupold crosshairs just forward of his front on side shoulder( as he was standing facing us slightly quartering towards) and sent the 250gn Woodleigh on it's way.
I saw the animal sway as the bullet impacted. The facing front shoulder instantly blew up the size of a football. The bull spun around on the spot and started to try and run off on the 3 good legs he had left.
I casually opened the bolt, pulled it back, took the empty cartridge out and placed it in my pocket. As I was about to replenish the chamber with a fresh round I heard another thud!. "Can you see him?" called Roy. " No he hobbled up the bank and I lost sight when he went over the rise" was my reply. "I'll let the dog out and he'll pick up the trail" Roy said.
I had already started walking toward the spot where he was shot and spotted him about 20m away, just as the dog ran past me. Good dog that one, he ran straight to the spot were the gemsbok bull lay. The thud I heard was it falling down, and slightly cracking the tip of the left horn.
Again not the biggest set of horns BUT a mature bull and the best specimen we had seen all day, and believe me we had looked at literally hundreds that morning. Nice thick bases, nice ringing half way up, same dark colour from base to tip.( no soft/ undeveloped horn here). The cows do have longer horns than the bulls. But the bulls rub theirs against termite mounds to sharpen them for mating duels. Of coarse the bulls horns bases are thicker that the cows.
We then heard a tractor and Roy said that we were about 300m from the house! A quick call on the radio and 2 minutes later we were surrounded by farm hands to help load the bull and take him back to the butcher shed for the pot and for much needed Leopard bait.
Kobus, the sort of farm manager- who also happens to be Janet's uncle, helped the guys quarter him up. And brought me back my only ever 8mm 250gn Woodleigh recovery( they usually go straight through). "You f#cked him up pretty bad" Kobus said in his broad by dry Afrikaans accent. It was nothing but mince in the front chest cavity. Bonded Woodleigh stayed together, went through and smashed the front left shoulder, took out everything inside the chest cavity, and was found on the off side of the bull(right hand side) lodged in the second rib back. The rib was broken too! Only 177gn left out of 250gn.