great story and pictures...
great story and pictures...
As for getting back over there - yeah, it would be nice but this coming year is going to be the year my wife and I finally get a boat and I think we'll get a lot more use out of it over the next few years than another 2 week trip to Africa.
I was just wondering whether you got that new scope....hmmm maybe that new boat took care of that.
Good tale of your trip.
I experienced many of the same roller coaster emotions on my Namibia trip.
Going to "someone else's" farm can get you relegated to the "fun" places to hunt.
That picture of the mountain sure shows what a fun place they wanted to send you.
Glad the tracker took the initiative for you and got lost.
Man, I wish I had shot my Zebra where the truck could get to it. We decided to avoid the time zone jet lag and spend a week a Europe before heading to Namibia this summer. After a few days in the Austrian mountains, I was feeling pretty cocky and thought the Namibian mountains were a joke. That didn't last too long trying to keep up with a very fit PH in his mid twenties scrambling over loose rocks the size of softballs while wading through sticker bushes that must have been selectively bred by Satan's personal gardener. I'm not in bad shape for 43, but I'm not 25, I live in the flatlands near sea level, and work in a hospital, not as a PH. I kept up (barely), but I was respecting the terrain a lot more than when I started.
After running up and down the mountains for a few hours, we found our zebra standing broadside maybe 175 yards away, but apparently at that point my legs were borrowing energy from my brain and I shot it pretty much where the heart would have been if it were facing the other direction. So, my ass-shot zebra took off, perhaps a bit slower than it would have been otherwise and I managed to get another shot in him just as he crested a hill on the other side of the small valley I was shooting across.
So, now we were off at a sprint down the mountain and up the other side, trying to crest the hill before the zebra got to the next hill and we lost sight of him forever. We, or I should say my PH caught up to him due to the fact that I hit a femoral artery and bled him out pretty badly. He was chasing him down the mountain to try to get him closer to where the truck could get to. The zebra was pretty much out of energy by then, so I finished him off.
We broke him down to pieces and then carried him out to the truck piece by piece. My pride wouldn't let me not carry my fair share but by the third or fourth trip back to the truck, I was having a hard time understanding how it could possibly weigh as much as an elephant.
Can't wait to get back and do it again!!!
LOL - sounds like what I went through the first day we were after Zebra - my PH and tracker did NOT want to go through what you did, so we passed on some 300+ yard shots in very rough, truck-unfriendly terrain that day. Glad we had an easier time than you did, especially considering it was my last day and I was beat, even though I also am in fairly decent shape (but nothing like a PH!)
Great story, a classic. ALMOST enough to get the experience without going there!
Great story and brings back memories of my first trip. I can tell you that your next great feeling will be to go back and to take people who are experiencing their first trip. You get those feelings all over again by sharing someone else's first time.