SOUTH AFRICA: Monkane Safaris

[Schmidty]

Hi everyone, below is my expereince from June 2025. Before that some context.
This was safari number four for me and my dad. 2003 - Ken Moody Safaris (bow only), 2018 - Dries Visser Safaris (bow only), 2022 & 2025 Monkane Safaris (rifle and bow). Each place provided a great and wonderful expereince and would sincerley recommend any of them and would go back to any one of them tomorrow if I could.
I am from West Central Minnesota born, raised, and live. 45 years old, married with two adult aged daughters (21&25). My passionas are hunting (mostly deer), bass fishing, and baseball.

10 Day safari June 22-July 1, 2025
Monkane Safaris -Limpopo Province (near Thabazimbi)
Owner/Operator/PH - Kerneels Viljoen

On the trip with me was my dad (65), youngest daughter (21) and her fiance (21) (will be marided this August 9th)

Travel:
Friday June 20: Delta 3:30 pm scheduled depature (delayed 45 minutes because they didn't have a flight crew) MSP - Atlanta
Delta 10:20 pm departure Atlanta - JNB OR Tombo (we selected exit row seats for both flights and paid the extra $40 fee for each seat)(We also spent time in the Delta Club both in MSP and Atlanta)

Saturday June 21: arrive JNB 7:25 pm (Customs was easy and fast) No one brought rifles and I had my bow in my checked bag so by the time we got through customs our bags were already on the carousel. We then got an escort from a porter to the City Lodge Hotel through the airport without havng to go outside across the parking lot. It was the first time we have stayed in JNB we always got picked up at the ariport and driven to camp. Because of the later arrival we decided to stay this time. City Lodge was nice with good food and clean rooms. Getting a shower and a bed to sleep in was nice.

Sunday June 22: Breakfast buffet at City Lodge and picked up at 9:10 am for the 3.5 hour drive to camp. We stopped about half way to use the restroom and get some snacks at a gas station. Arrived at camp arund 1:00 pm. We were greeted and shown to our chalet by PH's Pieter, Juan, and Juan along with camp chef and overall camp manager Charlie. Our chalet had two rooms with an ensuite per room and a commons living type room. We had shirts, hats, amarula, welcome letter, and animal price list waiting on our beds.

Camp is very nice, very clean, and comfortable. Three chalets with a main lodge where we eat and where the bar is located. I'll save the pictures for the animlas rather than the rooms and lodge.

On to the hunts...

 

[Schmidty]

Hunting details:
Camp rifle: .308 caliber
My dad was to hunt a gemsbuk and red hartebeest
My daughter a zebra and something smaller
Future son-in-law (will be referred to son-in-law from here on out) was to hunt Blue wildebeest and had a permit for Honey Badger
Myself cape buffalo with bow or PH's rilfe (details later) and as time allowed klipspringer, porcupine and had a permit for a monkey

Sunday June 22:
After getting settled in we meet with the PH's in the lodge and discusse the rest of the afternoon's plans. I was to go with my PH Pieter to a different property to check cameras and tracks for buffalo then we would meet up with my dad, daughter and son-in-law and their PH Juan for a late afternoon drive after those three practiced shooting the .308 at the range.

Pieter and I did our thing and he showed me the property we would be hunting and some pictures on the trail camera.

We meet up with Juan and the rest and off we went. Pieter drove and Juan was in the back with us. We decided that if any of the animlas on the list for my daughter and son-in-law presented an opportunity we would let them hunt first. With about 30 min of day light left Juan spotted a lone blue wildebeest bull that was mature enough to shoot. My son-in-law was up and he had a lot of pressure on him as we all watched his hunt unfold from the truck with the video camera running. As we watched and recorded he missed the bull at about 75 yards. Luck was on his side as the bull did not run too far and stopped presenting him with about a 100 yard shot in which he recovered nicely and made the second shot count. The rest of the evening was taking care of the wildebeest, supper, and sitting around the fire.
Picture of my son-in-law and daughter with his wildebeest

 

[Schmidty]

Monday June 23
Pieter and I were off to bow hunt for buffalo. The plan was to hunt two days with the bow and if not successful we would switch to rifle on day three and take as many days needed of what was left to get a buffalo. The hope was it may allow some time to bowhunt for Klipspringer.
We hunted a pit blind over feed for buffalo on this day. As Pieter predicted if the buffalo came in it wasn't going to be easy. We would need to sort them out and get the proper bull in front of one of the shooting windows broadside and have no other buffalo in front or behind the bull we wanted. A group of bulls did indeed come in and Pieter picked out two that he considered shooters. One of them finally fed in front of the window but fed facing me. When he did finally turn broadside at 22 yards he didn't stand long enough to get a shot. They bulls eventually spooked from the swirling wind and thundered off. We did see buffalo two other times throughout the day but they never came in and our hunt ended that evening uneventful.
Meanwhile, my dad, daughter and son-in-law hunted with Juan. They had an eventful day with my son-in-law taking a nice impala ram and my dad taking a Gemsbuck.
Pics are of their animals and the buffalo blind.

 

[Schmidty]

Tuesday June 24
Same plan as yesterday with the exception of Kerneels was now the PH for my dad, daughter, and son-in-law. They spent the day hunting mostly for zebra for my daughter with no luck.
Piter and I spent our day in the blind bowhunting for buffalo. They were on to us and never came in and only skirted the blind off and on a few times throughout the day. Pieter burned zebra dung to help cover our scent but to no avail. I learned just how smart buffalo are. A beautiful day in the bush for all but no animals hit the salt this day.
That evening around the fire Pieter and I discussed the next days buffalo hunt plan. He asked if I wanted to continue to try with my bow or switch to the rifle and spot and stalk like we originally planned. I said I was ready to get my boots on the ground and get in the bush with the buffalo. I had a choice of using a .375 H&H of Kerneels or a .458 Win Mag of Pieter's. The .375 H&H I was offered is the same gun I used three years prior on a successful giraffe hunt. So I did have a little familiarity with it which I had some comfort in. Ultimately though I knew I likely would never get to use a .458 ever again so I chose that. Pieter was using his .458 Lott with open sights.

 

[Schmidty]

Wednesday June 25
My dad, daughter and son-in-law hunted with Kerneels and I was off with Pieter looking for buffalo.
We spent the morning trying to locate buffalo. As the trackers predicted the buffalo were in the thick low area and the first stalk was on. It was rather uneventful as the herd figured us out pretty quickly and off they went. Once the herd was relocated we took a couple more attempts to get close but they just were on to us and wary.
Pieter changed plans he felt he knew where they were headed so we made haste in attempt to get way out in front of them and let them maybe work their way to us. This worked!
We got set up and it was not long before the herd headed our way. At 140 yards the herd hung up on us and we were stuck. (I did not know the distance at the time). Pieter had the sticks out and identified a shooter furthest to the right. I got on the bull with the scope and positively identified the right one. His instructions were "If he turns broadside at this distance put it on the shoulder mid body height". As fate would have it the bull turned broadside facing right. Pieter confirmed that he was broadside and I could take the shot. The crosshairs we on where Pieter instructed and I eased into the trigger and the shot broke off cleanly. To my dismay I didn't hear the telltale impact of a bullet hitting anything nor did the bull react as if he was hit. The bull spun back left and ran off with the herd. I told Pieter I was solid on the sticks and the shot felt good but I think I missed because I didn't hear any indication or see any indication of a hit. Pieter confirmed he didn't hear it either but he also didn't confirm whether he thought it was a hit or a miss. He called in the trackers and marked the shot location in the dirt. I asked him how far the shot was and he said 140 yards.
Once the trackers arrived with the truck the three of us walked to where the bull was standing to look for sign of a hit. I was certain now I must have missed. After not finding any blood Pieter took up the tracks of the herd and followed them about 50 yards where they crossed the two track road and he found blood. To me the blood did not look great and my thoughts turned negative of a poor shot and we now had a mess on our hands. You all know how it goes the highest of highs and the lowest of lows.
Pieter through it all was very calm and collected. He never gave me any sort of indication of if he thought it was a good or bad hit or sign of negative thoughts. He just told me that along as we have blood we'll be able to stay on the track. As the two trackers and Pieter followed blood I lagged slightly behind as to not track over any possible sign they were following. Once Pieter noticed this he whispered to me to stay as close to him as possible. He wanted me to be in a position to shoot if we see the bull.
As we tracked it was easy to follow at times and at times little blood. We eventually came to a spot where the bull had left the herd. Pieter noted that was a good sign. Not long after, we came across a good puddle of blood with huge easy to see air bubbles. The trackers and Pieter said the bull was bedded there not to long ago. About 50 yards later the bull was spotted in the brush standing quarter towards us staring us down. Pieter got the sticks up and told me to shoot. I shot and the bull between the neck and front shoulder, it bolted out of the brush running away from us where he eventually went down and did the "death bellow". This is when the adrenaline kicked in and I got excited! We walked to within 30 yards of the bull and Pieter instructed me to put one in his spine. The bull was laying with his back to us quartering away. I said "I think he's done" and he replied "remember it's the dead ones that kill you". I took up the rifle and made a perfect spine shot and we finally celebrated. Pieter walked up and confirmed he was dead with an eye poke from his .458 Lott. When we got up to the bull the first shot was near perfect as you will see in the picture below. It still amazes me it took that 350 grain bullet to the lungs and never acted hit.
Pictures, handshakes, and high fives ensued. A team of farm workers and a winch got the bull loaded into the truck and we were off to the skinning shed and meat cooler. Not before a castle light though of course.
My dad, daughter, and son in law meet us at the skinning shed to see the buffalo and celebrate with us.
Later that afternoon I got to join them in pursuit for zebra for my daughter. Later in the afternoon she made a great shot with the .308 as I recorder her killing her zebra.

 

[Schmidty]

Wednesday June 25
My dad, daughter and son-in-law hunted with Kerneels and I was off with Pieter looking for buffalo.
We spent the morning trying to locate buffalo. As the trackers predicted the buffalo were in the thick low area and the first stalk was on. It was rather uneventful as the herd figured us out pretty quickly and off they went. Once the herd was relocated we took a couple more attempts to get close but they just were on to us and wary.
Pieter changed plans he felt he knew where they were headed so we made haste in attempt to get way out in front of them and let them maybe work their way to us. This worked!
We got set up and it was not long before the herd headed our way. At 140 yards the herd hung up on us and we were stuck. (I did not know the distance at the time). Pieter had the sticks out and identified a shooter furthest to the right. I got on the bull with the scope and positively identified the right one. His instructions were "If he turns broadside at this distance put it on the shoulder mid body height". As fate would have it the bull turned broadside facing right. Pieter confirmed that he was broadside and I could take the shot. The crosshairs we on where Pieter instructed and I eased into the trigger and the shot broke off cleanly. To my dismay I didn't hear the telltale impact of a bullet hitting anything nor did the bull react as if he was hit. The bull spun back left and ran off with the herd. I told Pieter I was solid on the sticks and the shot felt good but I think I missed because I didn't hear any indication or see any indication of a hit. Pieter confirmed he didn't hear it either but he also didn't confirm whether he thought it was a hit or a miss. He called in the trackers and marked the shot location in the dirt. I asked him how far the shot was and he said 140 yards.
Once the trackers arrived with the truck the three of us walked to where the bull was standing to look for sign of a hit. I was certain now I must have missed. After not finding any blood Pieter took up the tracks of the herd and followed them about 50 yards where they crossed the two track road and he found blood. To me the blood did not look great and my thoughts turned negative of a poor shot and we now had a mess on our hands. You all know how it goes the highest of highs and the lowest of lows.
Pieter through it all was very calm and collected. He never gave me any sort of indication of if he thought it was a good or bad hit or sign of negative thoughts. He just told me that along as we have blood we'll be able to stay on the track. As the two trackers and Pieter followed blood I lagged slightly behind as to not track over any possible sign they were following. Once Pieter noticed this he whispered to me to stay as close to him as possible. He wanted me to be in a position to shoot if we see the bull.
As we tracked it was easy to follow at times and at times little blood. We eventually came to a spot where the bull had left the herd. Pieter noted that was a good sign. Not long after, we came across a good puddle of blood with huge easy to see air bubbles. The trackers and Pieter said the bull was bedded there not to long ago. About 50 yards later the bull was spotted in the brush standing quarter towards us staring us down. Pieter got the sticks up and told me to shoot. I shot and the bull between the neck and front shoulder, it bolted out of the brush running away from us where he eventually went down and did the "death bellow". This is when the adrenaline kicked in and I got excited! We walked to within 30 yards of the bull and Pieter instructed me to put one in his spine. The bull was laying with his back to us quartering away. I said "I think he's done" and he replied "remember it's the dead ones that kill you". I took up the rifle and made a perfect spine shot and we finally celebrated. Pieter walked up and confirmed he was dead with an eye poke from his .458 Lott. When we got up to the bull the first shot was near perfect as you will see in the picture below. It still amazes me it took that 350 grain bullet to the lungs and never acted hit.
Pictures, handshakes, and high fives ensued. A team of farm workers and a winch got the bull loaded into the truck and we were off to the skinning shed and meat cooler. Not before a castle light though of course.
My dad, daughter, and son in law meet us at the skinning shed to see the buffalo and celebrate with us.
Later that afternoon I got to join them in pursuit for zebra for my daughter. Later in the afternoon she made a great shot with the .308 as I recorder her killing her zebra.

 

[Schmidty]

Whoops double posted. Doing this on a phone is not ideal.

 

[Schmidty]

Thursday June 26
I was off to a bowhunting only property in the mountains about 45 minutes from camp. This property was the best chance for a klipspringer and was known for big kudu. Kudu was not really on my priority list but that all changed this day.
My dad, daughter and son-in-law were hunted with Kerneels and my daughter took a very nice blesbok.
Pieter and I sat all day in a blind near water. We had mostly baboon, monkeys, and warthog come in. We did see Kudu bulls and cows off in the distance but I never got a good look at any of bulls so I didn't give it much thought. With about 45 min left of our hunt before dark Pieter told me a big kudu bull was coming. I wasn't committed to shooting a Kudu as I mostly wanted a klipspringer but that changed when this bull stood at 30 yards looking at the blind. My hear pounded, my breathing got heavy and I felt alive. The big bull eventually spooked and left. I was now obsessed, I was committed to hunting Kudu for the remaing time I had left!
That evening at camp I shared the kudu sighting and declared to Kerneels "I am obsessed with kudu".
The plan was to continue to hunt that property for kudu and maybe a klipspringer one presented the opportunity.

 

[Sika98k]

Great write up, thank you. I hope they gave you some Windhoek Draught beer instead of Castle Lite.

 

[Schmidty]

Friday June 27
My dad wakes up sick and with my daughter and son-in-law each shooting two animals already they they pretty much just hang out at camp.
My son-in-law joins Piter and me in the blind for the day. We got back to the same bowhunting property in the mountains but go to a different blind. This blind is very active all day long with baboon, monkey, impala, bushbuck, Nyala and Kudu. Non-stop action!
Around mid-day a couple of cow Kudu and a big bull make there way in to the water only to hang up just before the water and spook clearing out the whole place.
Mid-afternoon a "massive" bushbuck comes in and I can sense Pieter's excitement. He commented how big it is and how rare it is to get such a opportunity like that with a bow. I don't even ask how much it is and never really thought twice about shooting. I took pictures and waited out the hunt. I mostly was concerned about messing up the sit for Kudu. With about 5 min left of hunting a big impala ram came to the salt. We had seen big rams almost all day and I never considered shooting one. I have taken one average impala back in 2003 with my bow so it wasn't really on my radar.
I told myself if the ram presents a broadside shot within the next few minutes I'll take others not a big deal. I confirm with Pieter that it is indeed a good one and told him my plan. I get my bow in hand and sure enough the impala turns and there is about 2 min left of hunting. Pieter begins recording I draw back settle the pin and shoot the impala. He runs 20 yards stops and goes down all on video.
Picture with my son-in-law and my impala.

 

[Schmidty]

Great write up, thank you. I hope they gave you some Windhoek Draught beer instead of Castle Lite.

Never had one...it was castle light and brandy coke.

 

[Schmidty]

Saturday June 28
My dad is still sick, daughter is bored, son-in-law joins us in the blind
This hunt was the lowest of lows...
We went back to the blind we sat in the first day on this property where I saw my first Kudu bull and became obsessed.
We had a few animals come and go including a group of Kudu cows, a young bull and a shooter bull. Wouldn't you know around mid-day they all come in to water and salt except the shooter bull as he hangs up out of range. One of the cows eventually spooks and off they go. By this time it's been three encounters in three days with a shooter bull only to not get a shot. I was beginning to think it wasn't meant to be and these Kudu bulls are too smart and wary. Fast forward to the last hour, the golden hour. Pieter whispers two shooter bulls are off in the distance. I can't see them from my window but he tells me to get ready. Finally one of the bulls committs and I'm getting all sorts of wound up. The bull gets to the right side of the water bends down to drink at 20 yards. I didn't want to spook the bull after all the encounters and how wary they were. I draw my bow inside the blind not towards the shooting window hoping my movement wouldn't be detected. As I brought my bow and sight into the window I lost it. I thought my pin was on vitals but I think my eyes were on horns and I released. My arrow went in front of the kudu bulls horns harmless into the bushveld. I blew it! After three 8 hour days coming close and finally get a shot and I lost my "crap".
I apologized to Pieter because he put so much time into my hunt and stuck with me and I blew the opportunity. My son-in-law tried to be positive and said it was better than wounding (which ia true). I sat in the chair with my head in my hands just sick to my stomach. The 45 min drive back to camp was very quiet. Usually it was filled with chatter about the day or me asking Pieter questions.
I broke the silence by asking Pieter if we could maybe rifle hunt the next day for a Kudu on a different property since we were on a bowhunting property. Inside I really didn't want to do that but I also wanted a Kudu and I am not sure if I'll go back to Africa again. Don't get me wrong I want to but nothing is guaranteed.
Pieter's response was hesitant and I sensed that he was saying "I'm not sure, I have to talk to Kerneels". Back at camp the story was shared with everyone and they new I was upset at myself. Kerneels and Pieter kept it positive and just said "that's hunting". At some point the two of them talked and they told me I needed to keep bowhunting and that I can't leave with getting a Kudu with my bow. In some ways probably because I was so down on myself I was hesitant of that. But the plan was set we were headed back to the mountains in the morning to sit for Kudu.

 

[Schmidty]

Sunday June 29
My dad is still sick, daughter is really bored and tells her fiancé she wants him to stay in camp with her.
Before breakfast I shoot 10 arrows. Methodically walking myself theough my shot routine. Draw above the target, anchor, center the peep around the sight housing, center the pin, come down on to the target, pick a spot on the target, release, and follow through. The same way I had prepared before the trip and the same way I shot the impala.
We hunt the blind where I shot my impala and had the encounter with the big bushbuck that Pieter and Kerneels got excited about and impressed upon what a true trophy it was. By this time I had asked and found out a bushbuck was $1,600 which was actually cheaper than a klipspringer. As you can probably guess whats going to happen with the foreshadowing I am providing.
Around mid-morning Pieter whispers, "Your friend is back". My questioning reply was "the bushbuck?" And he just nods his head yes. I had not seen it yet but by his action and response I could tell it was a good one. I simply as "should I shot it?" Pieter immediately says "yes". I stand up get my bow in hand and the bushbuck is come from right to left, commits to the left side of the water broadaide drinking. In front of him was a young Nyala and an impala ewe. They both clear as he continues to drink, I draw over the top of the ram, center the sight housing in the peep, center the pin, come down and picked a spot with the pin tight to the shoulder and I release. The ram immediately jumps up and lands in the water and runs off 25 yards and falls over. What a confidence builder and an unexpected trophy that definitely was not on my radar to hunt. We recover the bushbuck take pictures and have the tracker take it gut it out and hang it from a tree while we finished out the sit for the day. The rest of the day was uneventful with some animals coming and going. One shooter bull was spotted but once again stayed out and never came in.
Back at camp congratulations are given and Kerneels was excited for the big bushbuck and that I took the opportunity given to me even theough it was the second opportunity. My dad tells me because he doesn't feel good and they are bored at camp while I am out hunting so he booked a new flight home one day earlier. That means tomorrow, Monday was to be my last day hunting even though originally Tuesday was supposed to be the last full day of hunting and Wednesday was departure day from camp.
I talked to Pieter later that evening by the fire and asked if he knew tomorrow was our last day now and he said yes Kerneels had informed him. I said well the pressure is on now.

 

[Schmidty]

Monday June 30
Last day magic? Highest of highs? That's the hope and wish
Once again before breakfast I shoot 10 arrows. Methodically walking through and talking through in my mind the shot process.
There was a sense of confidence this morning. I could sense it in Pieter and he when he said "the wind is perfect for the blind I want to go to, we're going to do everything right today". The blind was the first blind we sat in and the one where we saw the most kudu and the place I missed. Pieter jokingly tells me that both the impala and bushbuck died within 25 yards or less within sight of the blind so he expects the Kudu to go 60 yards or less.
The drive to the property involved nervous chatter from me but also a sense of confidence. As we turn onto to the gravel that takes us towards the mountains another safari truck on the side of the rode give us a thumbs up. I obviously didn't know them but Pieter waved as if he did. As we approach the property tracker Paul jumps out to get the gate. Pieter turns to me and said matter of fact lying "when we come back out these today they'll be horns sticking out of the truck". I just laugh and say "I hope so".
We stop part way into the property to collect zebra dung to burn as we done each and every day. Pieter tells me to pee now so we don't near the blind when we get there as we want to do everything right.
We get to the blind get settled in and I notice the water is way down in the man-made water hole. I ask Pieter about and he said one of the workers will turn on the pump. The water was so low it was basically mud and a puddle. At one point not long after we are in the blind a farm truck drives past us. I didn't think much of it and thought maybe they were going to get the water pumping to fill the water. I sat and stood calmly most of the morning while using positive self talk about making a shot if one is presented. Reminding my self of my shot process as well as picking a spot.
Around 10:30 am Pieter transfer to me and whispers "big bull" gives me a grin. I just stood there leaning against the back wall and didn't look out the shooting window. A minute or so later he truns to me and we make eye contact and he just nods his head with a slow confident yes motion. Maybe 30 second to a minute later he tells me to get my bow in my hand. I still have not seen the bull and did not try to look anywhere but straight the shooting window. Finally the bull is at the water in front of my window. He came in from right, walked to the left side of the water and stared at the blind. It felt as if he was staring through me. I froze and tried to control my breathing. At this point he's 20 yards quartering too but I didn't dare move or risk that shot. He then decide to walk around the backside of the water and go to the right side of the water hole. When he gets to the right side he is broadside looks at the blind looks down at the water and I draw. As I go through my routine properly this time I come down on the shoulder the bull truns his head to look at the blind and I release when my pin settles on the shoulder and the bull ducks and turns slightly. The arrow hits and tips the bull over. He kicks a little and is now laying butt facing us and you can see blood on his shoulder but he's breathing slowly. There is no angle into the vitals from the blind for a follow up shot.
We get out of the blind as quickly and quietly as we could. Pieter led me to an angle to where I could get a follow up shot into the vitals. He gives me a proper description of what line to follow and the dark spot on the brisket as the bull is lay flat on its side. The follow up shot was absolutely perfect and which point we turned to eachother and hugged knowing that the bull was ours! Pieter showed me his hand shaking as we shook hands. All the emotions from the lowest of lows two days prior to the highest of highs!
With all the commotion from the hunt we did not notice the farm truck parked 100 yards behind the blind. Thankfully they must have seen the kudu and did not drive up any further as they were on their way to fix the water pump at the water hole.
Later Pieter said he felt the water being so low it helped us get that bull because if it was higher it could have drank from the back straight on or from the left side when it was quartering to us. But becase what water was left was in a puddle on the right side the bull cam around and gave us the perfect opportunity.
After pictures and a couple of beers we loaded up and headed back to camp. On our drive out we talked about how missing the kudu two days ago allowed me the second opportunity on the bushbuck and I wouldn't have shot one otherwise. We talked about how everything happens for a reason and how everything worked out for the best.
Pieter said of all the bulls we saw that week he said "no lie, this is the biggest one I saw". He estimated him to be 12 years old. He was thin with ribs showing, had a big growth in his left front leg arm pit and worn down teeth. It was a "proper" kudu bull!
I included pictures Pieter got of the bull walking in and at the water.

 

[Schmidty]

I'll wrap this up here and include some other pitchers including the bushbuck.
I am very grateful Kerneels and Pieter encouraged me to stick with the bow for Kudu. They certainly could've used their odds increased success and making money by letting me rifle hunt for a Kudu. But they knew deep down what I wanted and the fact they cared about my hunt as much as I did means alot and speaks volumes about their character.
- As for my dad we think he got a parasite. From what we don't know. We all ate the same food and only drank bottled water.
- My dad did take an Ostrich on the last day as he was feeling little better. I didn't add this above but he did shoot a red hartebeest a few days into the hunt but made a high shoulder hit and it was never recovered despite everyone's best efforts.
- We did some night hunting and I shot a Porcupine with a .22-.250 with a thermal scope. Something I never have done before.
- I had a permit for a monkey so on the last evening after the kudu hunt we were jackal hunting for the kids (daughter and son-in-law) and come across some monkeys. Pieter allowed me to use his 6mm and I sniped a monkey.
- All in all it was a great experience and I gained a connection and a friend in Pieter. He's a phenomenal hunter and an even better person.
Any questions ask away and thanks for reading through all the typos and poor grammer as I typed most of it on my phone while multitasking.

 

[gillettehunter]

Sounds like you had an exceptional hunt. My only question is about your daughter being bored in camp. Seems odd. Most camps have some sort of access to some tourist place? There are many different ones so I'm a little surprised at that. Otherwise great job. I enjoyed your report.
Bruce

 

[Schmidty]

Sounds like you had an exceptional hunt. My only question is about your daughter being bored in camp. Seems odd. Most camps have some sort of access to some tourist place? There are many different ones so I'm a little surprised at that. Otherwise great job. I enjoyed your report.
Bruce

Yes that's a great question. The plan was to go golfing on Sunday and do some other things other days. But because my dad was sick and spending most of the day in bed she didn't want to leave him at camp alone. She's a nurse so I think she felt she needed to stay with him at camp. Both my daughters a very close to their grandpa.

 

[Osama Mahdi]

Hi neighbor, I live in the same area. Congratulations on your hunt!

 

[Schmidty]

Hi neighbor, I live in the same area. Congratulations on your hunt!

Hi and thank you!

 

[kdenn]

Congratulations. Good job taking what is presented as well as being persistent and staying positive, good job from the PH also.