We ended up having a good time. the leopards in the picture weren't taken. the daytime leopard was still there and hanging out in a remote area. However, the big male in the night photos was poached by a neighboring landowner dirk terblanche. His hands ended up telling our guys about a big male he had killed and the funny thing about it is that the natal area gives out a limited number of tags and dirk did not have a tag or a damage permit according to parks board game wardens.
Anyways, whats done is done. Ian baited for cats for 4 days and nothing was moving. Finally on the 4th day a cat took a calf from the ranchers beef stock and took it up a tree. Ian decided that a 130lb calf drug up a 15ft tree had to have been done so by a large cat so the decsion was made to sit on the calf. 30 minutes after sunset kudu started barking, impala started sounding off and the baboons were going crazy by the river bed. Ian told my wife to get ready that a cat was on the move and coming in. My wife got really choked up and needed water. With her hand in front of her face she realized it was dark since she couldn't see any outlines of her hand. then all of a sudden Ian tapped her leg which meant the leopard was in the tree and to shoot when she could see in the light well enough to do so. Well she signaled Ian for his water by tapping on it and he handed it to her. She drank and drank to no avail. She was too choked up and ended up caughing. apparently a bushpig was only feet from the blind and ran off squealing. the leopard went as well.
To say that the ph was pissed at this point is a huge understatement. He got out of his chair and laid on the floor and told terra he was gonna get a nap and needed woke up if she thought she heard a leopard. Ian was sure they were in for a long night. Well 5 minutes later my devistated and humiliated wife heard claws going up a tree and then she heard crunching bones. She instantly tapped ian leg and whispered in his ear that she thought a leopard was in the tree. Ian's thoughts were "yeah right!" he slowly got back in his chair, still upset and not believing her, and pulled up his binoculars to look. He quickly tapped my wifes leg which was the "shoot when you can signal". He started turning up the red spotlight and all of a suddent my wife said she saw a large, gorgeous, cat in the tree feeding on the calf. She quickly got her gun aimed at the shoulder and with the touch of the trigger ended her hunt. She said it was the most awesome hunt of her life. She is absolutely hooked on hunting african game and can't wait to get her cat back home.
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