Day 3: The Hartebeest
After Lammie cooked us a great breakfast it was back the Tootabi main lodge. Along the way we stopped at the Daniell Cheetah Project near Kirkwood. This is a place where you get to see most of the African cats and the highlight is where you can pet a cheetah! This was a huge hit with my daughter. I think all of her classmates who were upset with her about the impala forgot all about it when they saw this:
We made it back to the main lodge for lunch. Loodt’s father was giving Lammie and I a gentle ribbing for not seeing any hartebeest the day before. He even offered to hang a rope from the tree where he last saw them for us! Sarah stayed behind for this hunt and Stephen, one of Loodt’s other PH’s, joined Lammie, Attie, and I. We headed off to a new place on the farm where Loodt’s family raises cape buffalo for future Tootabi buffalo hunts. Before we went in Lammie loaded up his .30-06 letting me know he wasn’t going to shoot at my animal, he just wanted it ready in case he needed to persuade a buffalo from giving us the horns. Looking back I kind of think he was just trying to build the excitement for the hunt but I can tell you it certainly worked!
After driving through the gate we saw two male red hartebeest right by the road! Lammie drifted the bakkie past them so our exit was covered. I thought that this was going to be an easy hunt. But something I learned is that hartebeest have keen senses. We didn’t make it far before one of them let out a loud snort and they were gone. Now we started our stalk. There was plenty of rain the night before so the ground was soft and footprints were easy to spot. But this was offset because the bush we were in was incredibly thick. A few times we got close enough to hear the warning snort but only got split second views.
I also noticed the buffalo spoor. Attie said some of it was fresh which prompted Lammie to remind me to be on my guard. This was really getting exciting! My goal someday is to do a buffalo hunt and this felt like it was maybe a practice run for that day.
At one point I was following Lammie around a bush when he immediately stopped in his tracks. In front of him was the biggest spider web with the biggest black and yellow spider I have seen in my life! I learned yet another reason why PH’s carry shooting sticks because they make great tools for clearing out the webs. Sorry no picture, I didn’t get a chance before Lammie dispatched the spider’s web with extreme prejudice.
After what seemed like most of the afternoon we lost the tracks. We continued on in the direction we last saw the hartebeest heading. We ended up in a clearing at the top of a hill with a spectacular view. I couldn’t help but be surprised that even though I knew we were in a fenced in area and I couldn’t see a trace of a fence anywhere. Stephen spotted the hartebeest moving below us but the problem was where they headed was so thick and steep there was no way to follow them.
We got back in the bakkie and continued down the road. This is where I got my first view of a real life cape buffalo. They were off in the distance on the next hill. Right after that I just happen to spot some brown in the brush across a ravine to our left. I was pointing it out to Lammie when he said, “Look, a nyala.” I knew it was a hartebeest but before I could come up with a diplomatic was to correct him he figured it out it wasn’t a nyala but our hartebeests!
We quickly got out of the bakkie and setup on the sticks. Before I got on the sticks I just had mere seconds to realize that I was only going to have one small window of opportunity as the big hartebeest passed a small opening. The shot ended up being 150 yards away. Without wasting anytime I took the shot and the red hartebeest dropped as if Thor himself struck it. After several congratulatory hand shakes for my snapshooting I heard the hartebeest roll down the hill crashing through the brush. Then we heard very loud snorts. Shortly after that we realized it was not down yet and still moving. Lammie told me to shoot again but all I could aim at through the brush was brown. I hit it again and we waited to see what it would do. The next thing I know it comes out of the brush just crawling along just using its front legs. It reminded me of the terminator and just wasn’t going to quit. One final shot to the shoulder ended the fight instantly. My first shot hit the spine and the second follow up shot was through the gut. This was one tough animal.
Now the problem was that the brush was very thick. How do we get to it? Attie managed to find a way through and confirmed it was down for good. I was so excited to get a closer look that I ran through the brush and up the hill like a madman with Stephen in tow. Lammie tried to follow but got stuck and said some loud words in Afrikaans. I can only assumed it was laced with profanity. So he decided to go back to the skinning shed to get help to carry out my prize.
Once I saw the red hartebeest up close I realized it was much bigger than I thought. While waiting for Lammie to return we took some pictures.
Lammie returned with help to carry the hartebeest across the ravine. As we drove back to the skinning shed Lammie complemented me on my shooting abilities. Hearing this from an experienced PH was probably one of the best compliments I received in my life! I guess the basement BB gun range paid off! Even though this was my last animal on my list Lammie reassured me the hunting was not over just yet! So stayed tuned!