buck wild
AH legend
After lunch we head back toward the lodge, although I can’t seem to remember why. See that memory thing already. What I did jot down in my notes was that there were animals everywhere- zebra, kudu, impala. I already know it’s a three quarters moon, soon to be full; therefore, mid-day animal movement is no surprise. Somewhere along the way today, maybe at lunch, we pick up Theuni’s son Theuns. He is a 30 year old PH residing in a 13 year old’s body. What a delight to meet a mature, young man with such a zest for hunting. This story will include so much more character revealed by this Lil’ PH as the week progresses. I can only assume we went back to the lodge to rest a bit and regroup. Before leaving for the afternoon hunt Theuni approached me about Theuns accompanying us this afternoon. It appears the local children are on a 3 week school break and being a Monday, Theuns had nothing better to do. ABSOLUTELY, I would love the extra company and deeply inside I was thinking of my own two children back at home and longed for the ability to be able to travel back in time to them at this age and being in Africa to enjoy it with me. That has passed, but this would turn out to be the next best thing. The afternoon hunt slowed considerably over the morning session.
As the day heated up, I switched over to my AH visor. I could see Theuns eyeing it when he finally gave in and advised he loved my “hat” as he giggled. I laughed and stated it was one of a kind. His dad quickly quipped under no circumstances was Lil’ PH to cut up his father’s SCI or DSC hat that had never been returned. Everyone got a good laugh out of that. It was about the same time, Lil’ PH began to refer to me as Uncle Joe.
The afternoon quickly turned stale with the exception of a “sick” blue wildebeest bull and his group of cronies. They are unwilling to leave him behind and despite us approaching; the sick bull could never muster much more than a quick walk. We scour long and hard trying to find the source of his poor condition, but nothing could be detected. It was decided to let him to his own devices and hopefully pull through or succumb to a natural end. Such is the life in the wild Kalahari.
We did spot two young eland bulls plus the normal animals. I estimated each day we saw between 300-500 animals- that’s no exaggeration. Side note- we never locate Theuni’s jacket today J
Dinner: Sirloin steak (seasoned with a local favorite- Jimmy’s seasonings), salad, macaroni and cheese. Dessert: salted caramel sauce and ice cream
After dinner, we had a few drinks around the bar and helped celebrate the Georgia’s family last evening. More and more I conversed with Lil’ PH. He was quite knowledgeable about hunting and displayed a genuine thirst for more. After a few liquid lubrications, I kept telling him I was looking for “an ole, ole bull.” For months leading up to this trip, every Sunday I spent the afternoon watching African hunting videos on Youtube. My form of training for the trip J And every Sunday my wife would come in and ask what I was doing. During one such checkup, the PH was describing a kudu bull that they had just killed by saying it was “an ole, ole bull”. I started saying it over and over again in my best South African accent, but I’m sure it sounded more a cross of British, South African and Texan all mixed in one. Theuns laughed when I kept saying it and soon he had adopted it as our catch phrase. This kid is starting to grow on me!
As the day heated up, I switched over to my AH visor. I could see Theuns eyeing it when he finally gave in and advised he loved my “hat” as he giggled. I laughed and stated it was one of a kind. His dad quickly quipped under no circumstances was Lil’ PH to cut up his father’s SCI or DSC hat that had never been returned. Everyone got a good laugh out of that. It was about the same time, Lil’ PH began to refer to me as Uncle Joe.
The afternoon quickly turned stale with the exception of a “sick” blue wildebeest bull and his group of cronies. They are unwilling to leave him behind and despite us approaching; the sick bull could never muster much more than a quick walk. We scour long and hard trying to find the source of his poor condition, but nothing could be detected. It was decided to let him to his own devices and hopefully pull through or succumb to a natural end. Such is the life in the wild Kalahari.
We did spot two young eland bulls plus the normal animals. I estimated each day we saw between 300-500 animals- that’s no exaggeration. Side note- we never locate Theuni’s jacket today J
Dinner: Sirloin steak (seasoned with a local favorite- Jimmy’s seasonings), salad, macaroni and cheese. Dessert: salted caramel sauce and ice cream
After dinner, we had a few drinks around the bar and helped celebrate the Georgia’s family last evening. More and more I conversed with Lil’ PH. He was quite knowledgeable about hunting and displayed a genuine thirst for more. After a few liquid lubrications, I kept telling him I was looking for “an ole, ole bull.” For months leading up to this trip, every Sunday I spent the afternoon watching African hunting videos on Youtube. My form of training for the trip J And every Sunday my wife would come in and ask what I was doing. During one such checkup, the PH was describing a kudu bull that they had just killed by saying it was “an ole, ole bull”. I started saying it over and over again in my best South African accent, but I’m sure it sounded more a cross of British, South African and Texan all mixed in one. Theuns laughed when I kept saying it and soon he had adopted it as our catch phrase. This kid is starting to grow on me!
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