DAY ELEVEN

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Good day

You guys thought you’d lost me eh? No such luck I’m afraid. Did I write that this hunt was winding down yesterday? My apologies – nothing could be further from the truth, if the events of today are anything to go by.

Later than usual this morning, with no pressure whatsoever (as if there ever was any), the hunters set out with nothing particular in mind. Rick still wanted a kudu but that was about it, unless a monster waterbuck or hog put in an appearance. And, well, with five days still to go as of this morning…..

Anyway, a monster hog did put in an appearance and the Captain dispatched it with an incredible offhand shot through brush. What a trophy it is, with one tusk going 15 inches and the other just shy. The warthog was encountered whilst the Captain and his guides were making a slow stalk down the Turgwe River, along a stretch where much warthog sign has recently been observed. The hog was in relatively thick bush and heading into thicker stuff. The Skipper knew he didn’t have any time to waste, and not even waiting for the sticks he shouldered his rifle and let fly, hitting the huge hog flush on the shoulder. What a rush and what a monster warthog.

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Rick and Pete also stayed at the party today, taking a fine 53 inch kudu bull. Rick has been holding out for something a little bigger, but who in his right mind is going to turn down the bull he took this morning? I don’t know whether Rick will be pleased to know that he has been adjudged right of mind by this somewhat unbalanced scribe! The taking of the kudu bull meant more than taking another great trophy to Rick, for it was trailed from the very same pan that the hunters tracked Rick’s buffalo bull from about a week ago. At midmorning today, Rick, Pete and co found themselves in fever tree alley not far from said pan, and decided to detour slightly and check spoor at the pan. The detour resulted in the discovery of extremely fresh kudu bull spoor, and even though the tracking was not going to be easy, they decided to give it a bash. With Rindai and Pete working together, progress was made on the lone bull and they came up on him within two kilometers. From sixty yards the bull stared at the men, presenting a full frontal, his chest exposed above brush. Pete informed Rick that it would go 53/54 inches and Rick’s .270 had its say again, the bullet striking the bull where neck meets chest. Done and dusted and another excellent trophy was added to those already taken on this fantastic safari.

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This afternoon, chill mode really set in and the hunters enjoyed a leisurely afternoon tea session with Roger and Anne Whittall, and Jimmy the rhino. Earlier on, the Captain, Rick and Brent were introduced to another orphan – buffy the buffalo. Yeah, I know the name is not very original but I am not to blame for that one!

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I wonder what will be in store tomorrow. Something, I’m sure….

Goodnight
Dave