One more critter left on the list, the elusive warthog, with the amount of stalks on them, uphill, downhill, through the cactus this field, that field, man would i find one the PH wants me to shoot. Have pictures of them at Addo park, but for some reason overtime we went on a stalk the cows, the birds, oh them damned birds, looks like Egyptian geese might be on the menu next trip, and smaller pigs busting us getting in the way.
Made stalks on an absolute monster 2 or 3 times, but he showed us each time why he got as big as he did, another stalk on one that a completely busted off main tusk on one side, another that just wiggled his arse as he walked away, waiting for him to stop and turn sideways, he didn't, just kept swaying that tail back and forth.
We glassed one more field and there was a tusker, so a plan devised and made the trek around the field to come in at the bottom vs where we were up at the top, 20 minutes later had us coming up to the field, sticks up, glasses up, can't see the pig, WTH where did he go? needed to go around the bush a little more and there he was further to the right, up on the sticks and Lammie says "shoot him, shoot him" once again, for those never having someone with them hunting, this is something that takes some getting used to in an already adrenalin pumped situation, but it also helps focus you in picking the spot vs looking at tusks through the scope and missing (see my first few posts, learned a few things along the way), safety off, pick my spot and pull the trigger, well he didn't drop, he took off running towards us, reload, he turns broadside towards the bush, miss my spot, runs behind a bush so i pull ahead, there he is, second shot i roll him, head still kind of up and a finisher shot to put him down for good. He was dead the first shot but didn't know it, even deader the second hit, but the third made his mind up for good. Another great hunt, a good stalk and finally my list is complete
