What a great hunt and result. Up and down the hills. I too am amazed how the trackers follow in rocky terrain. Congratulations.
That would be Bill EngvallYou've reminded me of my trip to Zimbabwe in 2011. The last two days were at Tafika Fishing Camp. Camp manager told us that hyenas and a lion pride come through at night. So, stay in your hut. The second night we have an elephant feeding on the tree next to our patio so I take pictures from 15 feet away. The elephant moves around to the front of our hut walking across the open field. I proceed out the door at 2 am, taking photos with a bright moon from 40 yards away. When we get home and are doing a slide show for friends a few months later I start laughing. Everyone's like what's wrong with you. I respond, "I was just realizing what I did and that hopefully I would have gotten a photo of the hyena or lion so Ann had it for the life insurance claim!"
As Jeff Foxworthy would say, "Here's your sign!"
I’m sure most of us have “gotten away with one” at some point ! I think I’m safe from lions - if they ate me it would drop their IQ !You've reminded me of my trip to Zimbabwe in 2011. The last two days were at Tafika Fishing Camp. Camp manager told us that hyenas and a lion pride come through at night. So, stay in your hut. The second night we have an elephant feeding on the tree next to our patio so I take pictures from 15 feet away. The elephant moves around to the front of our hut walking across the open field. I proceed out the door at 2 am, taking photos with a bright moon from 40 yards away. When we get home and are doing a slide show for friends a few months later I start laughing. Everyone's like what's wrong with you. I respond, "I was just realizing what I did and that hopefully I would have gotten a photo of the hyena or lion so Ann had it for the life insurance claim!"
As Jeff Foxworthy would say, "Here's your sign!"
Thank you very much...sounds like you have a bushbuck story to tell lolThose bushbucks are tiny targets especially at 200 yds or more. Ask me how I know that. LOL!!!! Beautiful bushbuck, and wonderful safari, congrats!!!
I love the way a P H will say "35inches,shoot!" and his call will be barely 1/4" out; Awesome!I took Ethiopian Airlines from Dulles Airport (D.C.) to Lusaka. There’s only 1 stop in Ethiopia and I like to lessen the multi-plane changes as much as possible. The inbound flights were without incident although it did take longer (much longer) than usual to have the firearms checked at ADD... but my escorting young lady from the airline assured me that I wouldn’t miss the flight and took me straight to the “X ray” machine then the gate. I arrived in Lusaka and James (Kantanta Safaris Lusaka manager) had made arrangements with the police authorities to assist with my rifle declaration. James was there on the other side of the glass door if further assistance was needed - or maybe he just wanted to have the additional 3 steps head start in case something went awry. Nonetheless, everything checked out and he drove me to the Marriott hotel in Lusaka to rest up with the plan of a 6:30 AM rollout the next morning for the 7 hour drive to camp. I must say that James is very personable and exuded confidence and friendliness. He was on point.
The drives to camp are always good reminders to never complain about road conditions where we live in the USA (even the logging roads on old farms). We got into the secondary camp of Kantanta (known as Marula Camp) about 2 PM where I met the head man and my PH Valerio Ventriglia. Instantly comfortable- period. Immediately I knew that I was in the best hands. It’s here at the Marula camp that I will start my hunting but I’ll finish in the main camp. Small and well kept, Marula camp still had all the amenities needed for a relaxing stay - full time electricity, full time hot water, and wifi. I met most all of the staff here and they were excited, ready to get going ( the 2 previous clients had been excellent marksman, making me very nervous since I have trouble hitting the side of a barn when standing INSIDE the barn). No pressure. Speaking of which, shortly after arriving we were to check the rifles- my least favorite part of any Safari due to the fact I’m “on shooting display”. But first, we had a fabulous lunch of guinea fowl and vegetables which, given the amount of food prepared, was more of what I would expect for an evening dinner. At that moment I could predict my pants size shrinking beyond my control.
I changed from plane clothes to plain clothes and we headed out to shoot. I told Valerio that I didn’t 1) shoot well in front of witnesses and 2) shoot at paper well since it doesn’t keep my focus. I proved myself correct on both points, but I at least tried to make him reasonably comfortable in taking me hunting anyway. He then suggested we go for a drive and see what we can see. About 15 minutes of riding the trackers spotted a good sized group of roan. Valerio asked if I was interested in roan and I said I wasn’t at this time. We continued on. No more than 10 minutes went by and he tapped on the cruiser’s roof. It was a solitary roan bull. Valerio put the glass up and said “ monster roan”. I looked at him, and with Mickey Mouse ears I questioned back “monster?” , he replied “yes”. Reaching for the 416 I said “let’s go”. The trackers Felix and Timmy leapt off the truck like it was on fire, as well as Valerio with sticks in hand waiting for me around the front of the vehicle. It was a spot and stalk and after a couple hundred yards of walking the trackers pointed ahead. The roan was steadily walking away and as he went up and over a small rise we quickly cut the distance. Topping the small hill, they spotted him standing behind a bunch of small trees about 80-90 yards away. The sticks went up. Valerio told me to wait for him to take a step as I had no vitals clear. It was really thick. The bull was facing left almost broadside, now looking our way ...and sure enough he took a step. I had a pretty tight window but I could just barely see his front leg line in the 4 power Zeiss. I held just behind the shoulder and the gun went off. The roan flinched hard, dropping his head low, and took off running. We ran forward and to the left, Valerio and I saw him at the same time just standing there 60 yards away not able to go another step. Again the sticks went up and I proceeded to completely miss him- an excited trigger jerk if I had to guess. He never moved a muscle. The next shot found his shoulder and he dropped immediately. It turned out he didn’t need another round after all, the first 400 grain North Fork Did the trick. Valerio was super excited and told me “you’ve no idea how many roan you would look at before possibly seeing one this good”, calling it at 28 inches. We took some great photos and loaded him in the cruiser. It was a bit surrealistic having been in the bush for 30 minutes and already taking pictures of my first animal (which actually stretched the tape to 27&7/8”). And it was day -0.25 , day 1 of my hunt wasn’t until the next day. What an introduction to SANDWE GMA....Day 1 coming up. View attachment 496087View attachment 496094View attachment 496092View attachment 496091View attachment 496086View attachment 496089View attachment 496088View attachment 496096