Day 8
Coming out of two rain days, we headed out to the 3rd concession again. The mission was to start out the morning going after Kudu. It was a colder morning so we expected to see Kudu sunning themselves on the hillsides. Marius came up with a bold plan to climb to the top of one of these mountains to get above the brush and increase our chance for a shot opportunity. So we set off where we had started just a few days ago and made the steep climb to just below the top of the plateau.
Here is "kudu mountain" and the white ring below the summit is the rock ledge we would use to quickly move across the mountain
Marius went ahead to glass while I worked on keeping up . I came to where he had set up on a rock ledge and he told me that he found a shooter bull moving out to a clearing on the far hillside. The bull was moving down the hillside and towards us so we rushed a bit further to the left, following alongside the ledge. We came to a position but I was pretty wiped from the climb. I got into a sitting position as the bull came to a clearing at 327 yards. He stopped briefly but then quickly turned and ran into the brush. We got up and continued on the ledge trying to locate him but he was gone.
At this point, we just decided to carry on to the left. The mountain cuts in and forms a bowl that allows you to glass across the hillside. We stayed there for awhile where we could hear kudu but could not locate them in the brush. We continued up and were about to make our way up the the rock face that would allow us to reach the top of the plateau, but we came to stop as Marius spotted big ivory tips about 200 yards directly in front of us, across the valley. I got set up on the shooting sticks in probably the most uncomfortable position I could dream of. We were basically on a steep decline so I had one foot up and the other about 2-3 feet down and I was hunched over the sticks. Literally the best rest you could hope for given the terrain. I could now see the ivory tips as the bull was smashing his way through the brush. Trees and branches were all getting pushed over has he finally came into view. He was a big rutted up bastard. I finally saw where the horns met his head and had a bit of buck fever. He was angling down due to how steep it was where he was standing. Once he came out I took the shot, hit him in the neck and down into the lung, but the way he dropped looked like he might pop right back up and run. He slid down the hill and came to rest with only his back showing. We had to move about 20 yards up in elevation to get to where I could keep the rifle trained on him, but once he had not moved we were resolved that he was in fact stone dead. The walk over was treacherous and retrieving him off the mountain was no small task
Walk over to were he dropped which is behind this tree in the foreground
Post kudu, the last animal on my package was Impala. We continued on from kudu mountain on the truck and were going up the mountain rode to the high plains area. This time we turned left instead of right and stopped the truck. To our right was another hill but with a steeper climb, and we proceeded up. About halfway up, we turned to glass the lower flats that were grass with patches of trees. We were there for only a minute before we caught a glimpse of a red back. It was an Impala and it was a ram. We moved down to a patch of boulders and setup the rifle so Marius could get a better look. This ram liked his trees so we stayed there for awhile. A few times Marius was able to get a look at him and determined him mature. The ram turned from his tree patch to our left and walked out. I took my time after the somewhat shaky shot I had taken on the Kudu and made sure I had a good trigger pull in. I was kneeling with my harris bipod over a boulder so a bit more comfortable than hunching over. The shot rang out and I heard the thump. Marius stated that he felt it was far back so he went back to the truck and grabbed the dogs. I stayed up on the rifle in case the ram popped up although I changed my position to a new set of rocks further down and to the left. Marius yelled at as the hounds found the Impala. The shot wasnt far back and he had died right out of sight on the otherside of brush
Backside of where the Kudu was shot
Hill where I shot the Impala from. Taken from the point of where he fell
View from the shooting position (I think)
With the package completed, the only animals I had a keen interest on hunting was a Springbok and possibly a Warthog. The plains up ahead were a Springbok's paradise so we were in luck. We continued on this road which is probably impassable except for a landcruiser which led to an area of this concession that seems like it gets no 2 legged traffic through. We observed some Mountain Reedbuck, Impala, Springbok (of various coloration) and even a Sable. While driving we would stop sporadically to get out and glass different packs of Springbok. Coming to a stop where a distant hillside was off to our left, Marius used the spotting scope to get a good look at a sizeable pack there. He saw some decent rams so once again we took off, across the plains which had a small hill in front of us to give us cover. On the other side was a big pack of springbok but mainly females. They took off from our sound up out of the valley and to our relief, out to the right without spooking the rest of them in the area. Now we had the hill in front of us which another incline that led to a small rock basin. We went along a lower rocky cliff which had water running, leading to a waterfall. From there it was a near vertical climb of about 15-20 feet before we got to the basin. Once there, we got set up in the prone and ranged the target ram at 250 yards in front and directly up the hill. I took the shot but did not hear the thump of the suppressed round which was cause for concern. To our left at about 350 yards were a bunch of confused Mountain Reedbuck who stopped briefly, enough time for me to shoot the nice ram in the pack but I decided to save it for the next trip.
Marius reassured me that he saw the ram drop but I still had a moment of doubt as it lay uphill and I could not see his body. Marius walked back to the truck and I proceeded on. A small cattle fence separated these two areas so I walked to the gate to open it for the truck. From there we proceeded up and saw the ram DRT.
View from the waterfall
With a little bit of time left, we drove back to the original rockface where Marius had glassed the big pig a few days back. We climbed up and glassed from that location, but the weather was turning quite cold. As the sun was heading down we called it and headed back to the lodge. Thus ended my hunting time with KMG. The next day I would begin the long journey back to Texas