Day 8 at 4Aces
After catching some good natured ribbing about not shooting that blue wildebeest bull the day before, I told BiBi before we all headed to bed, "I'd like to shoot that bull tomorrow if given the opportunity" and he said we could go back and see if they come back in. They still had some alfalfa on the ground, so chances were good that they'd still be near that blind.
They estimated him to be near the 30" mark and told me he's a good one. I figured I better not pass up the chance, so I fell asleep thinking of that bull.
Over breakfast, I told BiBi, "let's just put a bit of hay on the right side of the blind and a bit on the left side, but not out in front" and that's what we did when we arrived at the Penthouse.
A couple of hours later, the herd appeared on the far ridgeline and slowly made their way down to the hay. Slowly, with the king wildebeest in the lead, they started coming in to eat. Once one started eating, they all came in, with the exception of the big bull. We had the whole herd on the right side of the blind fighting over the little bit of alfalfa that was out, but that bull just stayed out in the road at 35 yards, on the other side of the herd and he was staring us down. Not one animal in that herd looked our way, but he kept his eyes on us. He finally started making his way in to the hay, but he never did commit. He'd get to around 20 yards, with animals between us, then turn and trot back out to the safety of the road.
Around 11 or so, BiBi looked at me and said "I forgot to pack our lunches."
Hmmm, we had to ponder that one as we both were getting hungry.
As the wildebeest were finishing the last of the hay that we had put out and they were already starting to wonder off, we came up with a plan. We decided that BiBi would call for the truck to bring us our lunches and more hay. When it arrived, we'd stay in the Penthouse, while they handed us our lunches through the window. Then they'd put more hay out, but this time they'd spread it all down the edge of the water in front of the blind. The idea was to spread the herd out and maybe the bull would come in and give us a shot. As it was now, they were all gathered around a single spot and were packed together in a bunch.
By the time the truck arrived, the wildebeest had moved off to the ridgeline a couple of hundred yards away and were now just milling about.
They handed us our lunches, then they spread the hay out as described and left, all within a minute or two. Quick and easy.
We sat down to eat and the wildebeest bedded down up there on the ridgeline.
We had zebra, springbok, waterbuck, and blesbok all within viewing distance and all of them, due to the high winds, pretty much bedded down and stayed there for two hours or more.
Somewhere around 3 or 4 PM, all the animals, as if on cue, just stood up and went back to grazing. The wildebeest slowly started heading our way, led by the king again. Then, at 80 yards, the king turned and took them back to the ridgeline, where they stayed for another 30 or 40 minutes. It wasn't until the waterbuck came in that the wildebeest decided they weren't going to be left out and they began to walk our way.
Okay, now it's game time and we're getting ready, discussing how we are going to film it, get the windows open, etc. It was decided that BiBi would film it with his iPhone 13 as it has great slow motion capture. Plan is set, we're on the same page, now for the right shot opportunity.
The herd came in and began to eat, taking advantage of the long line of food. So far, so good. They aren't bunched up. The bull, he still is staring us down on that right side. The he decides to go to the front. He leaves the road, quickly walks up to the waters edge and the hay there and grabs a bite, then with a mouth full of hay, trots back to the road 35 yards away, with animals between us. BiBI ranged him when he grabbed that mouthful of hay. If he returned to the same spot, he would be broadside at 14 yards.
I told BiBi, get ready, he'll come back to the same spot and do a repeat. I could see the bull out in the road chewing that bite of hay, but BiBi couldn't see the bull from his position as he was kneeling down at the front window ready to film. As soon as the bull swallowed it, he turned and started back to the same spot.
I told BiBi, "here he comes."
The front window was open and I was ready to draw with the Solution and my GrizzlyStik arrows.
My heart is racing and I'm praying for a steady and true shot. I've been visualizing this moment over and over in my head for the last 12 hours and now it's time to make it happen. Just don't screw it up, center the pin up that front leg, steady pull on the trigger, you got this. My worst fear was being off on the shot and wounding him before dark and then having to track him. We all know how tough these animals are, so all of this is going through my mind, and had been all day long as we waited for this shot.
The bull made that walk from the road to the hay in a matter of seconds, I saw his head appear, then his body. I came to full draw just as he stopped and dropped his head for that bite of hay. I was focused, ran through my mental checklist, pin was good, straight up the left front leg, pull the trigger. The arrow flew true, my aim was on the money, the arrow hit exactly where I was aiming and where BiBi had been coaching me through out the day from pictures on his phone. The bull spun and ran back to the right, across the road and towards the ridgeline. The other animals were startled, but not overly alarmed as they watched their boss cross the road and at a gallop. They weren't sure what to do, most were still standing in their tracks just watching him.
At 50 yards, the bull began to walk and then wobble. Through the binoculars, BiBi could see the blood coming out on both sides.
At 80 yards or so, he fell over and was done.
We began to celebrate and man, did it feel good. All that anticipation, all that planning and discussion. It all worked out and thankfully, I didn't screw it up.
Then BiBi looks at me and with a worried face he says, "you shot so fast I didn't have time to hit the record button, I didn't get it on film."
I told him "no worries, we have him on the ground and that's the main thing." As you can tell from the pictures, I was a happy hunter. I went on this hunt with no intentions of taking a wildebeest and now I had a pretty nice old bull on the ground. Yep, time to get the credit card out.
He rough measured 29 7/8"
The arrow did a complete pass through both shoulders and we found it, undamaged, another 20 yards or more down range from where the bull had been standing. What a beautiful sight for a bowhunter to see.
I have to post a bunch of pictures as BiBi did a great job with his phone in the fading light and the African sunset. What a gorgeous sunset. It was a happy time at the lodge when we got back.