Day 9
Got up around 5 am, due to time difference many of the baseball games were still ongoing or finishing up when I woke up. I would get enough signal to get scores but not much else. This was pretty much the only news I got for the week. It is amazing how simple life can be and how much BS and nonsense is in the news that you think you need to know. I think this is also part of the appeal and why we are able to relax on safaris.
Well breakfast was the standard scramble eggs and sausage and couple of cups of coffee. Drive around and we are not seeing anything. We come across the impala group from yesterday afternoon and the 23 incher isn’t with them. What the heck happen! We go a little further and the elephants are on the move. We get some video and follow them around. Pretty cool to just watch them. We are about 70 yards away and a cow breaks off and mock charges us. Pretty cool, but think the Maasai have been harassing them to keep them out of their crops. They seem a bit on edge and my guess as more elephant come into the area, it is only going to get worse.
We finally find the 23 incher and he is in with a bunch of Grants and decided he wasn’t going to wait around for us to look him over again. We keep going and find a bunch of ewes with a vey young ram. What the hell, where are the big guys? Well as we sit there and watch, a big guy came out to run the young ram off. So we get out of the truck and start to stalk. Well the big guy is running off the young one and then rounding up the ewes. So they don’t really care that we are there but they are moving. There is some very thick cover (this is why we never got a good look at the big guy yesterday) and we are afraid this chase might lead into the thick stuff. So we are positioning ourselves so there is no way they can get to the thick stuff without going by us. The big guy is pretty distinct as his tips flare out. We are zig zagging and getting on sticks and off sticks. The wind is really blowing, sustained 25 mph winds and some gusts as well. Not ideal shooting conditions and we seem to keep getting to about 250 yards and they run off chasing each other. We finally think we are ahead of them and there is big ram feeding, 150 yards away, perfect, on the sticks and at the same time we go that is not the same ram. There is actually 2 rams, mature one 23 inches and one 21 inches or so but both are good mass and heavy. The tips don’t flare so where is our guy? Our guys is in the middle of the ewes and trying to keep them round up and they are heading right to the two satellite rams.
So now the big guy, is rounding up ewes, chasing off the little buck and running at these guys. I am trying to get on the sticks and find him in all of this running around chaos. Looks like he is going to come across and opening and we whistle. Well it took too long and stopped behind a bush. He chases some more and starts to come back. We whistle again. He stops, broadside, 175 yards, and it is windy….breath and squeeze. At the shot all hell breaks loose and we have Impala running every which away. I heard a thwack but it sounded off…he ran but I lost him in with the others. Wonder why he didn’t drop…was my shot off…a little bit of doubt starts to creep in.
As we walk up and get a different angle, we see him. He only went 15 yards and was the only animal I didn’t have drop in his tracks. He was hit perfectly, smack in the middle of both shoulders. No idea why he didn’t drop other that maybe he was keyed up from chasing and wanting to fight.
I got to spend some time with my Impala as Quintin went back to get the truck. We had probably wandered about a mile away. He played a joke on the game scout and tracker saying, that I got impatient, and he told me to wait but I got confused a shot a young ram, maybe 10 inches. They both said, no not Mr. Mike. He would not do that, I was Mr. One Shot and that it couldn’t happen. Quintin said Mike killed it in one shot but it was the wrong one. They still believe him. When the truck pulled up both of them busted up laughing and I wasn’t 100% sure why, I was then told the story and that they knew Quintin had to be trying to trick them. It made me feel really good, that they had that much confidence in me and my shooting. Probably the nicest compliment that has been given to me while. (In all fairness, my shooting is usually not this good).
The big guy, wasn’t the big guy of lore, but he was the biggest guy we had seen. He measured 24 ½ which is representative for East African. But I couldn’t be happier, Impala have been a bit of a nemesis for me and I hunted hard for this guy.
Lunch was Spurfowl curry, it was good but had to pick a pellet or two out. The rest of the day I pretty much took pictures. This was good, as I could show people something other dead animals. We came back to camp early, and Quintin said they had 5 shells if I wanted to go shoot some Spurfowl. I thought that was a great idea, just took off walking from camp.
I shot a couple and then heard the sound of a truck coming, I could see it was Bruce’s truck and I started walking back to camp. They are back before dark…so either they got a kudu or something is wrong. I was really excited as I figured it was, they got a kudu. But I didn’t want to be too excited just in case. As they are making the final turn, I can start to see the smiles and get the thumbs up! Bruce had got his kudu! It was awesome and has a similar shape to mine. I think if we put them side by side we would be surprised how identical they look.
We had Impala fried steak and it was delicious. It was a busy night as we got to see Mary Ann’s photos and they are amazing, there are people that have talent and she is one of them. She also had a picture of my Impala which is pretty cool. We then had the doctor come and do the COVID test. Easy peasy and bed by 10 pm.