For the days that follow, we spent time looking for kudu. A few times in the mountains, and a few times in other areas. We saw some young bulls one day, but no shooters after the first few encounters. We walked a dry river bed a few times, once encountering a few loud baboons.
Well nobody likes a loud baboon. Dalton set the sticks up and told me to aim for the big one in the middle , I started to squeeze. Well right when I fired he moved and it hit low on the body. But it don’t go far.
After that we continued to look for kudu without luck, I suppose the name gray ghost is fitting. The last few evenings we called hyena . We would set the truck and build a blind around it, then call. Dalton had a thermal scope and would use a spotlight once in sight . On the second to last night, we called multiple areas. We had no luck, until we stopped on the road not far from camp. He started the call and it went for about 20 minutes, then he told me some were moving in. The call continued and he whispered to get off the truck as 2 hyenas were trying to move behind the truck. We crept down the road and he set up the sticks, whispering one was right in front of us, about 30 yards. He turned on the spotlight , and it turned out to be closer to 15 feet. I moved the rifle downwards and as it moved, pulled the trigger. I knew I had missed.
We looked for blood but found none. This was my last shot taken . It felt kind of crappy, but I had shot well all hunt, so I didn’t get too upset about it.