Today we decided to hunt close to camp and come in for lunch. The plan was to have lunch, take a camp tour and an afternoon off. We didn't have a lot of action early, we were looking primarily for Duiker with the possibility of another Buff lurking in the background. As the day started heating up we started making our way back to camp, we were nearing an old game scout outpost when a troop of Baboons crossed the road ahead of us, I had a taxidermy project in mind for a couple of Baboon skulls. The action was quick and dirty, jump down and grab the rifle, load on the move, as we headed out after the troop Crispin said " shoot the last one if he stops" the old male jumped up on the side of a tree to check on his pursuers. His curiosity quickly satisfied the old Baboon hopped down and took off , at about 60 yards out he hesitated, I was already tracking him in the scope and when the crosshairs settled I pulled the trigger. I felt sure of the shot but as I turned to to my right I caught Crispin shaking his head a little. I made the rifle safe, Martin and Thomas took up the track, Crispin and I didn't even get to where the Baboon was standing when I shot him and I heard the guys laughing, he hadn't gone 20 yards. Crispin looked at me and said "that was a fantastic shot" he was amazed that I had taken an off hand shot at all let alone connected. I grew up hunting rabbits with a .22 rifle and my favorite method of hunting whitetails is still hunting, if you don't learn to shoot quickly in either of those pursuits you won't be very successful!
My previously mentioned taxidermy project was a pair of Baboon skull bookends for a few of my favorite titles, I though those long canine teeth would make an impressive display. As it turns out I had shot the oldest Baboon in Tanzania, maybe all of Africa, he had no teeth left!
Oh well, I guess one of my bookends won't have long canine teeth. The afternoon was relaxing, we had been hunting pretty hard and it was a welcome break.