Elephant in the Jesse (Story by Kevin Thomas)
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04-17-2011, 03:34 AM #1
Elephant in the Jesse (Story by Kevin Thomas)
Elephant in the Jesse
by Kevin Thomas
The vast tract of land lying along the eastern upper reaches of Zimbabwe’s Hwange National Park can be energy sapping and it’s a hot and parched landmass to hunt. There are not only tracts of dry mopane woodland, stretching into the hazy distance, but also rock strewn ridge lines and hills covered in thick thorny scrub and thickets of tall yellow grass. On the uneven ridgeline slopes and inside the thorn thickets, visibility is measured in feet rather than yards. As the season progresses towards the furnace hot suicide month of October, one can almost feel the pulse of the heat and humidity. Ultimately it will unleash in violent electric thunder storms, the day darkening perceptively in a still clinging air, before the welcome but normal short duration heavy downpour. This drenching invariably leaves a pleasant scent in the air, a scent unique to Africa – damp dust and rain sodden grass.
During late August and into September rain seldom comes to the western part of Zimbabwe, but the heat build up does, and relentlessly so. If a person is negligent this vicious heat will dehydrate them and punish them badly – heatstroke is to Africa what hypothermia is to the cold climes, and if treated with disdain will kill you.
Thus it was that I found myself hunting during an extremely hot late August with Olaf, who hailed from Norway. He was a WWII veteran and spoke no English, and his son, who acted as official safari interpreter said his father’s generation had no need to speak English, but never told me why. The Norwegian father and son felt the heat, and for them, exiting the Victoria Falls Airport into the outside African oven must have been like walking into a brick wall.
From the airport we drove south through Hwange town and then, just before we arrived at the Inyantue River Bridge we swung off the black-top and hitting gravel drove west. The camp and the hunting concession were in what is marked on the topographical maps as State Land V, an area of state land that is sandwiched between the Deka Safari Area and the communal tribal area further east. My pre-safari scouting of the area had been worrisome – evidence of heavy poaching by neighbouring tribesmen was everywhere. Buffalo sign was old, and no recent movement into the area was evident, elephant and lion came and went but as infrequent nomadic visitors from the adjacent Deka Safari Area.
One of Olaf’s trophy wants was an elephant, which meant departing camp at first light and looking for viable spoor and thereafter unless we were lucky would follow hours of physical tracking. Bull elephant in the concession we were hunting were not resident, they were nomadic interlopers from the Deka Safari Area.
Each morning we woke early and departing camp looked for and followed bull elephant tracks, but all of them took us to the Deka Safari Area boundary then left us feeling frustrated. The clinging humidity and heat was unmerciful as were the hordes of persistent sweat bees – so much so that while tracking elephant if we stopped for a five-minute break – we resorted to burning dry elephant dung in the hope that the pungent smoke would drive the sweat bees away. Despite the theory it only seemed to attract more of them.
Eventually and on the morning of the penultimate day we were sitting on the edge of a dry millet field, behind us tribal kraals, lowing oxen, bleating goats, isiNdebele chatter, and the squeakedy-squeak of a borehole’s pumping arm as the local womenfolk drew water for their domestic needs and saw to the family laundry. The scraggily thorn bushes surrounding the pump were festooned with pastel hued washing drying in the sun, poverty ridden rural Africa in its purist form. Lucky Ndlovu, my erstwhile Ndebele tracker had always thought himself a bit of a playboy and was quick to become involved in some flirtatious banter with the bevy of noisy young women gathered at the borehole, - his ribald remarks soon sending the young Ndebele girls into peels of coy laughter. Despite his lustful thoughts Lucky’s eagle eyes suddenly narrowed and pointing with his demo (traditional axe) towards a far bread loaf shaped hill, grey and out of focus in the shimmering heat haze, he excitedly remarked in the vernacular, “Khangela indlovu” (Look elephant).
It took the use of binoculars for me to pick up the line of seven bull elephant slowly climbing the hill along a narrow game trail. From where we were they looked like blobs of grey slow moving clay. They were just west of the road that leads from the colliery town of Hwange to Sinamatella Camp inside the National Park. Quickly returning to the hunting rig we made our way towards the hill feature, it was close to midday and the elephant were clearly headed to the top of the feature for a bit of siesta. During the early hours they had obviously crossed the route we now followed, for spread across the old millet fields their tracks were everywhere, masticated millet stalks and mopane branches helping to indicate their route towards the high ground.
After crossing the gravel Sinamatella road the wind was not in our favour so from where I left the vehicle with one of the crew, we continued on foot round the hill feature and eventually reached the north-western side. After looking at how dense the tangled jesse thickets were on the lower slopes and the limited visibility they afforded, I removed my .375 H&H cartridge belt and handed both it and my .375 rifle to Lucky. He in turn handed me my .458 Winchester cartridge belt and my .458 Winch – as things turned out, it was a wise move – the heavier calibre’s much needed stopping power saving the day.
Our planned strategy was simple; we would summit the flat topped feature then quietly move into the wind continuing through the thickets until we had located the resting elephant. We climbed slowly, the heat was stifling and there was no respite from persistent sweat bees. In a day-pack on the one tracker’s back were some full water bottles and each time we stopped we slaked our thirst, bringing welcome relief to parched mouths and throats. All around us it was deathly quiet, as if clinically sanitised, with not a sign of life. No birds, no insects, no nothing – just heat, jesse thickets and haze.
Once on top of the feature we moved Indian file through the thicket, visibility was mere paces and tangled hanging branches hooked our clothing despite our following a well used myriad of elephant paths. Eventually and somewhat surprisingly the thicket began to thin out and open up – it was then that we heard the first tell-tale indication of resting elephant – the leathery whack of enormous ears fanning, brief gurgling flatulence and then a branch snapping. Glancing at Olaf I noticed that he was keyed up, where he gripped his rifle his knuckles were white. We kept moving forward silently until we actually saw one of the elephant and at that stage I indicated to the council game scout and another arbitrary official hanger-on to remain where they were.
Careful searching showed another two elephant standing quietly amongst the clumps of jesse. They were not gathered in a group and were spread out line abreast over about 35m, of those we initially saw none had ivory worth a second glance; they were seemingly all middle-aged and young bulls carrying very small tusks. With Olaf and Lucky accompanying me and the wind still in our favour we moved quietly along the line of elephant. It did not take us long to account for all of them and with it being more of an elephant hunt experience than a quest for trophy ivory as such, and with time against us, I decided to let Olaf shoot the bull second from the extreme right. To this elephant’s left was a fidgety young bull that was playfully breaking saplings but also moving diagonally albeit slowly towards our immediate right flank. I guessed that if he continued he would end up passing us from about six paces and end up downwind of us - if that happened, he would immediately scent us.
Quickly grasping Olaf by his right bicep I moved him up to a position directly in front of the bull I had in mind – Olaf shot well and despite his tendency to excitement – which happens too many of us, I felt he would handle a frontal brain shot without a problem. When we were between about 18 and 20 paces to the elephant’s front I indicated to Olaf to do the deed as I simultaneously brought my rifle hard into my shoulder. Out the corner of my eye I observed Lucky Ndlovu turning and quietly starting to move away from what was about to unfold – and unfold it certainly did – with alarming if not frightening speed.
In the final few seconds prior to the shot the elephant suddenly seemed to sense that all was not well and raising his head in typical elephant standing tall mode tried to make out what it was to his immediate front that had roused his suspicions. Glancing to my right I noted that the younger bull which was still totally unawares of us was almost on top of our position and that Lucky was starting to panic, and in doing so had allowed his discipline to slip. The tracker’s movements to the right - and behind Olaf and I - had attracted the target elephant’s attention. Waiting for Olaf to shoot and watching the young elephant bull arriving at the very place where we were standing had unnerved the tracker. It was as this slight jesse thicket drama was being played out that Olaf fired at the bull, but his bullet went somewhat low of where it should have gone.
Never in my entire hunting career had I envisaged that an elephant was capable of such acceleration, from stationary curiosity to full speed he would have made a cheetah look like a geriatric tortoise. It was not a charge merely a panicked blind rush straight at us following the impact of the badly placed bullet (under such circumstances, it’s normal for an elephant to take off in the direction it is facing), a rush that would have seen him flatten me and Olaf – permanently – had the only shot I was literally just able to snap off not found its mark. The impact of the 500grn solid crumbled him but such was his forward momentum that when he went down, his front legs and feet ended up under his stomach and firmly wedged between his hind legs – with his hindquarters somewhat elevated. Although the elephant was dead as he hit the ground, I was impressed that in those split seconds Olaf had managed to run another shell into the chamber and get off a quick shot although it passed straight through the elephant’s outspread right ear. In the immediate aftermath and as the dust settled, it was a relief to observe that the bull had dropped at about four normal paces to our front.
When Lucky sheepishly returned after having dodged the other fleeing elephant I pointed at my trusty .375 H&H he was clutching and reminded him that had we not swapped rifles when entering the jesse thickets, Olaf and I may have gone out of there as stretcher cases – or in body bags. My firm belief in always carrying a rifle capable of delivering a minimum of 400grns of solid in the thick stuff is unchanged. There is no doubt the proven .375 H&H would have done the job, but such was the majestic beast’s momentum he probably would have run over us before going down. He had to be stopped dead in his tracks – and if correctly placed – only a minimum of 400grns of solid will do that – and although some years back I changed to a .458 Lott, the .458 Winchester had stepped up to the plate admirably during our close shave in the jesse thickets on that hot August day.
As an aside, while we were cutting up the elephant an Ndebele tribal elder walked out of the bush with his traditional demo hanging over his shoulder, after having laboured up the hill in the hopes of securing some much needed protein for his family. He brought with him the tragic news that the previous night, 31 August 1997 Diana, Princess of Wales, had died in a Paris tunnel during a horrific vehicle accident, and although so far away from us in the African bush, it had a marked effect on the tribesmen cutting up the elephant, they were genuinely saddened although to them she was only a title and name – such is Africa, and as a fifth generation white African I love the continent.
04-17-2011, 07:24 AM #2
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Great story, thanks for sharing.
04-17-2011, 11:16 AM #3
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very good story, and a great read...you should pen a book on some of your more memorial hunts...
04-17-2011, 11:59 AM #4
I hope Kevin won't mind... Here is a bit about Kevin Thomas, Game Ranger, Soldier, Hunter & Accomplished Writer.
The Author, Kevin Thomas
Kevin Thomas was born in Zimbabwe, then Rhodesia, in 1950. He grew up in the remote Sabi Valley where the wild environs would have an indelible effect on the rest of his life.
Upon leaving school he joined the Department of National Parks and Wildlife Management where he served as a game ranger for close to six years, some of which were spent in the Zambezi Valley.
During this time he met his wife, Brenda, and due to the escalating bush war, and following a short-lived safari venture, decided to join the regular Rhodesian Army. As fate would have it, he ended up as one of the founder members of the Rhodesian Army's Selous Scouts, a formidable counter-insurgency unit.
When his career as a young soldier came to a controversial end he again took up the pastime of professional hunting and wildlife management in South Africa and Zimbabwe. More recently he worked in Iraq for two years as a Security Escort Team project lead. This is his first book.
Kevin is an accomplished hunting writer and for more than a decade now, has been a regular feature writer for African Hunter magazine. His hunting articles have also appeared in Successful Hunter.
He has recently published another book of hunting stories called Shadows In An African Twilight.
To learn more about Shadows In An African Twilight by Kevin Thomas or to purchase his book you can visit www.uthekwanepress.co.za.
Book Front Cover
Here are some excerpts from the book
Chapter 1 - Page 26
Before the ZANLA terror gang could ignite the petrol-soaked family the dying Oberholtzer in a desperate bid to save his family crashed the vehicle through the boulders. Rapidly weakening from his mortal wounds, he managed to drive on for another 100 metres before veering off the road and overturning the vehicle.
Chapter 3 Page 84
Len, very bravely and driven by desperation for the safety of his new bride immediately attacked the lioness bare handed, at the same time shouting for Jean to exit the hut.
Chapter 4 Page 102
A clearly distraught Mostert then grasped my right hand and blurted out ‘Alf has just been killed by an elephant … he shot one… and then another killed him!’
Chapter 7 Page 190
The minute he had seen the insurgents, Wales had quickly turned his radio off, to avoid blowing our cover if the Fire Force commander suddenly called him. Tinarwo and TT Morrison did some slick talking while I hung onto their every word. Things seemed to be going well until a terrorist, whom we were later told was Billiards, asked who I was.
Chapter 11 Page 349
In tandem with the gutsy game scout’s sideways leap, the buffalo, and as it was dropping its head for the closing phase of the attack, suddenly collapsed, its forequarters going first. My last round together with all of the others that it had absorbed like blotting paper had obviously done their work.
Chapter 15 Page 428
Whilst he was doing this, I quietly nudged my tensed up client and pointed with my out-thrust chin, the lion, by then standing staring down at the grass under which his prize was hidden, suddenly belted the giraffe shoulder with an almighty downward blow of his right paw, sending a shower of grass and dust in all directions.
Chapter 18 Page 485
It was only after they were ordered to cut the stomach open that the grisly truth became apparent, for inside the croc, were indeed the remains of an adult African male of approximately thirty-five years old.
Chapter 20 Page 520
We were off to one side watching the exercise, when without any warning a mamba suddenly appeared from inside the dead tree. It struck the Vadoma on the face before retreating back inside the tree; ...
Chapter 23 Page 587
During the follow-up you will need to use solids only because the aim is to obtain maximum penetration and to break the animal down as quickly as possible, if necessary breaking heavy bones in the process, and in the event of a charge, stopping it before it closes with you. Solid bullets are designed for this kind of performance.
Chapter 26 Page 665
As the beleaguered SET fought their way on, Vehicle 1 suddenly began smoking heavily due to hits in the engine compartment, and both front tyres had been shot out. In Vehicle 3 – the main fire support platform – things were looking equally bleak, with Jacques Oosthuizen, a dedicated shooter, badly wounded and out of action.
Book Back Cover
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04-17-2011, 11:46 PM #5
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I can highly recommend this book. I ordered a copy awhile back from John Barness here in the USA.
He had the following to say about Kevin's book on his website: "Whenever I start thinking we’ve got it tough in the states, I read a book like this. Born in Rhodesia in 1950, Kevin Thomas hated school, spent all his days afield, grew up to become a game ranger and eventually a professional hunter. So far it sounds like the classic African PH story. But shortly after he became a game ranger, Rhodesia went ‘pear shaped.’ One bush war, a complete rearrangement of the social system, and Kevin’s story is suddenly much different. Ignore the typos and quaint British punctuation. This is a story that keeps you riveted, from hippo attacks and dagga bulls, to ‘kill cars’ (cannon-equipped Alouette helicopters) Kevin’s story is one you’ll never forget."
This book is definitely going to become a collector's item. Thank you Kevin for your riveting stories on this forum. Keep them coming.
04-26-2011, 08:33 AM #6
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great story, well written and nice to read.
Jerome thanks for pionting his book out for us. will find it and get it, great winter reading in front of the fire place
04-26-2011, 08:45 AM #7
What a wonderful tale; I could feel the sweat. Thank you."We sleep peaceably in our beds because rough men stand ready in the
night to visit violence on those who would do us harm" Winston Churchill
02-22-2013, 10:09 PM #8
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I thoroughly enjoyed the short story. Looks like I have another book to add to my reading list.
02-23-2013, 11:56 PM #9
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Thanks..Great story, i have get that book!
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