Day 1 Hippo hunt continued.....
As I mentioned before time to head back to camp for lunch, but one more surprise was in store. As we are walking closer to the river and further downstream after the shot to quickly gauge if the hippo is done or not, blood is spotted on the water. That makes me feel better but still the wait is in store. So as we are all looking in the water and walking at the same time, something catches the corner of my right eye and at the same time the two trackers behind me see it.. HIPPO!! A running hippo! Parallel with us no farther than 40 yards to our right flank
Mouth open biting the air and trotting quickly! Strang immediately says get ready. No further explanation needed, the mood immediately shifts to hippo charge mode. I ready my rifle as does Strang, with Mike and the trackers behind us, the hippo has now stopped directly in front of us at about 40 yards. He says don't move!!! The hippo is biting the air and has a decision to make, go the additional 5 yards into the water and be on his way, or charge us head on looking down the barrels of a .470 and .375.
Its Strang that even though in my mind I knew this could get very interesting very quick, I was amazingly calm and thinking, if this thing charges you shoot and Strang will shoot and this will be one darn cool story. Well after a 5-10 second standoff that felt like 2 minutes, the hippo chose to stay alive and head for the water.
Strang let us know how close that was to a charge, and he was actually shocked it didn't charge based on his posture and the biting of the air while looking at us in disgust! What had happened was he was asleep somewhere in the brush behind us and the shot obviuosly woke him and and put him in a grumpy mood.
I wish I has some pics or video of this to share with you guys, but I figure I've got a good excuse on why I don't
Anyways, back to the river about 4 pm. When we arrive there is a few local fisherman with a rope tied to their canoe and something grayish attached! I cant understand what the trackers are saying to Strang and yelling to the fisherman some 200 yards away, but I take it as positive. Once we get down there the worry is gone and a big grin appears