I did this on an absolute impulse in Namibia, and I mean this in the purest sense with absolutely no fore thought.
I had not intended to hunt Warthogs at all, but trophy hogs just kept coming by every day. At first they were just simple photo opportunities and it was great to watch the wildlife.
Then I must have started paying some attention with a hunters eye. It dawned on me that these were not small everyday Warthogs, there were Rowland Warthogs going by.
I had stared at trophy Warthogs for FOUR days. Not just one hog many times, repeated trophy Warthogs at various points and took pictures of most of them.
Some within easy bow range, some within knife range, all within rile range.
Here are a few
The start of the parade
So,close...
I call this one "the Straw". The next big Warthog met his demise because of him.
Finally, one afternoon I was looking off to the left and appearing form the bush The sun beaming off those white tusks, tilted slightly backward ensuring that glint caught my eye. (Warthogs are malevolent that way) All that came out of my mouth was "holy s***"!
I watched this hog approach, closer and closer and he finally walked by and I continued to stare.
At this point I just blurted out a number, quite loudly actually. The PH was slightly taken aback, by the volume alone, because the last thing I said out loud was the aforementioned whispered outburst.
Without much delay the PH simply responded with another number in counter offer.
I paused momentarily and sealed the deal with one shot.
I had expected a rejection, but in after thought, I had taken the second most expensive animal on the property and that was not in the hunting plan either. So, the reduction in the price was enough to push me over the edge and take the shot after watching a parade of Rowlands.
A word of warning: If you have poor impulse control, attend your physicians office before the trip and get some medication.