So I sit here after almost 2 years of planning and waiting with high anticipation and realize that it is now over - except for the jet-lag. Its hard to believe that it has passed by so quickly, but such is life as we age (or so I've been told - I'm still too young to care). My wife and I boarded the plane in Louisville on August 02 to NY to overnight in the states. We arrived in Johannesburg early on the 4th and then onto Maun. The flights, luckily, were uneventful except that I found out that I must be on every terrorist watch list across the world, because I was frisked and patted down and my bags searched at every airport. I don't know how many times I repeated that "Its a bow case" and "No I do not have any firearms" and "Yes, you can search it". New York was the worst - I had a much more tanned individual that was about a foot taller than me and probably 100 lbs heavier do everything but a cavity search....... Oh well, such are the times. We were promptly picked up by Claire Bridger at the airport and began the distant drive onto Kanana. The drive was interesting as we had to continuously stop for the cattle, sheep, donkeys and random hitch-hikers that clutter the roads around Maun. It was neat hearing Claire tell stories and provide local knowledge of the people and their way of life on the ride. Finally, after 4.5 hours of driving (one stop for a bathroom break and some pictures with huge Baobabs) we had arrived. After entering the gate we began to some scattered wildlife along the roadways. A handful of kudu cows, a steenbok, several waterbuck and multiple gemsbok were visible as the sunset on our drive to the lodge. We were promptly greeted by the staff and provided drinks as we stepped out of the car and I was unable to reach for my bags before someone was available to take them for me. J.P., a PH that was guiding for NM resident Tom King on his safari escorted us to our tent and provided the brief tour and information that we would need for the night and it was onto the campfire in the boma. There we met Jason Bridger, the owner, who was to be our PH while hunting the next 10 days. It was neat walking into the boma, where the fire was going, the table was set and candles were burning for a 3-course meal. We quickly began talking about hunting and the myriad of other conversations that always come about among like-minded hunters in a camp. I learned that Tom, his wife and his daughter would only be hunting 1 more day and the last animal on their "hit list" was a warthog. After that, we were to have the entire camp to ourselves. The next morning we awoke at 5am and began getting all of our stuff together and quickly showered and shot our bows just before breakfast at 7am. After a hearty breakfast and some instruction from Jason, we were off to #1, a blind with a good diversity of game that typically uses the area and was sure to bloody some arrows for our start. On our route we saw steenbok, impala, waterbuck, kudu and one young bull giraffe. Just before arriving at the blind there was a herd of close to 50 impala within 300 yards of the waterhole - HIGH ANTICIPATION! Quickly, Morlen and Happy, our trackers for our trip unloaded the truck with a cooler of drinks and food for the day and in the blind we crawled for our sit. 45 minutes later a group of 5 bull wildebeest came in, one mature individual, but Jason said that we would see nicer wildebeest, so we held off. Something had the wildebeest very spooky and they quickly came in and left 2 other times. An assortment of birds and small game continually flooded into the watering hole as we waited on. We didn't see anything else for 2 hrs when a mid 40's kudu bull with 3 cows came in from behind the blind. They were down wind from us, but didn't seem to react to our scent beyond the point of not advancing to the waterhole. - something wasn't just quite right and then we found out what. The kudu began to bark and look beyond the waterhole as I turned I could see spots through the window mesh. "Cheetah" I exclaimed, but then I saw the rosette pattern and quickly said "No, LEOPARD!" The beautiful cat quickly came up to the waterhole and drank at only 20 yards from us as we watched in aw. Jason said it was the first time he had ever had a leopard come into a bow blind at a waterhole. After the cat left we decided to change blinds as the wildlife were clearly avoiding the the resident badazz in the spotted coat. Down the dirt track we went to #2 and we got set up at about 1pm. The first animals in for our afternoon sit were at about 3:30 and consisted of 9 cow wildebeest. At 5:30 we had a small group of kudu cows and calves come in and it was then quiet for the next hour until just before dark. As the light faded we saw a nice gemsbok cow begin working her way in, followed by another small band of wildebeest, this time with a shooter bull. Slowly they began to circle the waterhole and finally just before it was too dark the gemsbok advanced enough for Holly to take her shot. I had to move out of view of the window for her to take the shot and I listened as the arrow passed through our first African animal. She had pulled the shot from the shoulder and into the base of the neck, but 60 yards told the true story as it sprayed blood from the carotid artery and quickly went down. The end of day 1 and my wife had shot 1 of her 3 main targets with her bow. Day two began with a long trip to the North Side of the property to a large water hole usually used by gun hunters. The day before Tom and JP had saw a ton of kudu at the hole as they waited for a nice boar warthog, including 6 "Monsters". We put up a bow blind at one end of the 80 yard long water hole in hopes to be within at least 45 yards of most of the kudu coming to water on our end. Then we left to sit in another blind for the remainder of the day. Just after lunch we saw our first animals, a group of kudu cows followed by 2 young bulls approaching the 50'' mark. At 3 we had another group of kudu cows come in and as they stood in the distance, 2 very young gembok bulls began their approach to the water. About 40 yards out they halted and I quickly saw why as either side of the blind we had warthogs coming in. To the left was a sow and to the right a sow and a huge boar. I waited for a broadside shot and watched as the DRT punched a hole through both sides right on the mark. A squeal and 70 yards later, he was mine. A super old boar of enormous body proportions, much more the size of wild boar here in the states. We sat the remainder of the afternoon quietly, with no further activity, but I was happy as I had also taken my first African animal. (I have alot more pictures on another card but I am currently having to have it restored as the pictures aren't retrievable) - more on that story later.