Its been four and half years, so memory is kinda hazy and the details of the three trips are starting to melt into one big one.
The hunt took place in the second week of July - the coldest period of the year in South Africa. I purpously select this time for two reasons, first for me hunting has always been a cold weather endeavor and second, all the creepy crawlies are hibernating undergroud. Man, I HATE snakes!!!
This trip started out somewhat like the first one, with visa problems. My girlfriend was denied boarding at the airport because her flight from Kiev, Ukraine to South Africa had a stop over in Switzerland (where we would link up and fly direct together to Johanesburg) and she didnt have a euro visa. We were told one would not be needed for transiting, WRONG! By luck there was a flight leaving in a couple hours from Kiev to Johanesburg (via Istanbul) with ONE last seat available. Although that was an extra grand and change out of pocket. Second screw up was in Johanesburg airport. Due to her later arrival time(we were now on different flights), she only had about 30 minutes to deplane, collect luggage, clear customs and catch the small regional flight to Polokwane.I figured this was absolutely impossible and decided that I would not board the second flight and wait for her, as I didnt want to leave her alone in that scary city.
As luck would have it, she somehow (probably by cutting in line at customs) was able to make the mad dash to the regional flight in time. She, however, didnt wait for me and was soon on her way alone to Polokwane leaving me in Joburg with my finger up my nose, like an idiot. Good thing the Guide was waiting there to greet her. I caught the next flight a few hours later and we were all reunited. All's well that ends well, right?
After about a two and half hour drive north from Polokwane we arrived at the lodge near the town of Musina. We stopped off at the range to quickly check the zero of the rifles.
Of course, I again brought my 45-70 guide gun and for my girl a compact Sig Sauer 970 in 6.5x55 Mauser. This is also a great rifle, it has a shorter 20 inch barrel and a slightly shorter stock. Its a perfect light kicking moutain rifle that I took the previous year to highlands of Scotland where I logged many miles hauling it up and down mountains - even got a nice stag. Anyways, a great rifle for a woman.
I worked up some super accurate but middle of the road handloads for it with the 140gr Speer Hotcor bullet.
The previous year the guide gun was firing the awesome 350gr Hornady flat nose. However, Due to not being able to find any more at the time, I loaded up some stiff loads with the 350gr Speer flat nose. As we know this bullet is a bit long for the 45-70 so I had to seat it very deep and above the cannelure (far from ideal). But I was eager to see its performance on large African plains game and eager to recover a few spent bullets (didnt happen).
After both rifles showed that the scopes were not knocked off zero from the long plane ride, we went to camp, quickly changed and went out for an evening scouting session. After arriving at one promising spot, we left the trucks and hiked up the rim of a canyon. As the guide peaked over he immediately told us to all get down (there was about 5-6 of us in our party). The guide using hand gestures motioned me up to the rim and indicated a huge Oryx to me. I quickly got into a prone position and lined the animal up in my crosshairs - one third of the way up and tight behind the shoulder. But due to shooting down from a canyon i was finding it very hard to judge the distance, and I forgot my range finder at the truck. So, again using hand gestures I ask him the range. He seems to indicate 150 yards. Which is the exact distance that my rifle is zeroed for. So with everybody looking on I crank the 1-4x leopold up to 4x, get as steady as I can, calmly inhale and half way exhale, gently squeeze.....and miss!
I know this because I never heard the customary
thud of an impact that I have grown to love with the 45-70, and because the animal took off over the horizon like a bat out of hell.
The trackers went down and followed the track for a good while and confirmed a clean miss as no blood was found (at least that was a relief).
Upon return the guide asked me what happened, as in three safaris I had yet to miss an animal. I asked him if he was sure that was only 150 yards, as I was now starting to have my doubts. He said "150?? I said 250!!!" Well mystery solved. I had misread his hand signals as he was a ways away from me at the time. Obviouly the bullet sailed low between the animal's legs. I of course hate missing, but if i have to miss, this is the best way, IMO. So my bruised confidence (of course the first time I miss here, I have an audience) was restored a bit. Now back to the camp for a great dinner which I dont remember, but since all meals are delcious here, I'm sure it was great
(pictured: view from firing position)