Here are two more of mine for the contest. Two fantastic beasts I saw on my first ever hunt in South Africa last year.
Wild Boar with bow and arrow from the French woods
...not an easy recorey of a 252 pound bruiser
...at my butcher with the excellent smopked tast ham of 14 lbs
Monster wild boar I shot the next year there again - weight: 482 pounds
An edible dormouse obviously liked our breakfast and accompanied us
unexpected coyote during whitetail season
Namibia - several times
good camouflaged - where is the hunter
Rock Dassie or Hyrax - shot over the river in between the rocks
Hyrax - closer look
Black Baked Jackal
"Mogli" a bushveldt foundling - at that time raise on the farm
"Mogli" 6 months later - not that cute anymore but still charitable
...always excited what happens next
...visiting the Namib dessert
passionate about bowhunting
Mocambique hippo - admittedly with the 375
...and some more pics along the Zambesi and around
noon at the Zambesi
morning mist over the Zambsi at 5:00 a.m.
Zambesi local people river boat
river branch of the Zambesi
school kids in Nikondaja
tremendous hippo bull
3 tons are not easy to get on the sandbank
Happy hunter and as well my happy PH Izak
..with my PH Izak in the swamps
Sunset on the Zambesi
mountain hunting at it's finest...
We stumbled upon this newborn fawn napping in some tall grass last spring. She did not know what to make of me.
I was fortunate to harvest my very first Rio Grande Turkey last year on Friday, April 13th. From that day, I have always considered Friday the 13th to now be a lucky day!
A group of Blackbuck attempting to keep cool during the summer heat. How many can you see in the picture?
We nicknamed this whitetail buck "Silly Billy" for obvious reasons. He always seems to be sticking his tongue out at us when we catch a glimpse of him!
A young sable bull holding his ground in the brush. I love the red coloring on his ears and the scar he has on his nose from sparring with his little buddies.
A small group of blue wildebeest out for a morning run right at daybreak. I don't know who was more surprised, them or us, when our paths crossed.