Well, I've alraedy gone on record with my buffalo as the most memorable, but right up there with it has to be my first ever african trophy and that was my zebra. I was again hunting with John Sharp in September of 01. It was my first day in Africa and we had been tracking a group of three zebra stallions for about an hour. It was my first real experience at watching the "art" of tracking and it was interesting to not how zebras dug huge, deep holes on dry river beds to access water.

When we climbed up the embankment, we found a lone, large stallion all by himself. We stalked to about 125 yards, using a termite mound for cover. John quickly put up the sticks. Iwas amazed at how steady the rifle could be held using them, as that had been one my concerns. In any event, I lined up the X hairs with a perfect "V" made by the stripes on his shoulder and launched a hand-loaded 300gr Swift A Frame. I heard the "whack" of the bullet, but when I recovered from recoil, the zebra had bolted. John was smiling and he indicated he was just on the other side of the mound about 50 yards away (he had run toward us at the shot). He just stumbled over and fell. I had arrived! After pictures were taken, John and the trackers went of to retrieve the vehicle and I was alone with my trophy, lit a Macanudo, and whispered to myself, "Top o' the world ma!" jorge