Håkon Gjerde
AH member
- Joined
- Nov 13, 2014
- Messages
- 15
- Reaction score
- 18
- Location
- Bergen, Norway
- Media
- 6
- Member of
- SCI-Nordic Safari Club Chapter, Norwegian Hunter and Fisherman org
- Hunted
- Norway, RSA
As a Norwegian national living and working in Angola I thought to take advantage of the proximity to a lot of great hunting destinations.
When a suitable "end of season" offer from Bos en Dal Safaries was published on AH I made contact and eventually booked the Safari. Unfortunately living in Angola means that it is difficult to bring your own rifle but Gerrit had a nice 375 H&H CZ for rent so that was not a problem.
Finally on the 8th of November i boarded the flight from Luanda to Jo.burg. and the next morning Gerrit picked me up at the Hotel for the long drive to Hoedspruit. We arrived well at Buffaloland tented camp in the afternoon and immediately went for a scouting trip on the concession.
There was an abundance of wildlife on this concession, Nyala, Buffalo, Impala, Kudu, Giraffe and more. We were told there was an old expelled Dagga boy to that we had to check out. And what a magnificent beast it was, the Buffalo Cow hut was immediately upgraded to a Bull hunt !
Next morning, after a hot night in the tent, the rifle was sighted in and we went looking for the old guy. He was quickly spotted in the same river wally as the night before. The old land Rover past and drove down the dirt road to where we parked.
The team got out and prepared for the task, a short toolbox talk and the task were divided. Jan was the main PH for dangerous game and would lead the hunt on the bull. Walking back and quietly approaching the animal with the wind in our face we managed to get within 50m before he suspected that something was going on. He stood and started to checkout the newcomers. He was quartering towards us and although a frontal shot was quite possible Jan moved in a circle to the side, hoping to turn him for a shoulder shout.
He stood his ground so we decided to move to the side as well. We went in a half circle and came perfectly broad side. Sticks came up, rifle on the sticks, aim and fire.
The old Dagga boy went straight down, hit trough both shoulders and the hart there was not much else he could do. He got two more A-frame bullets in the chest before finally expire on the sandy bank of the river.
To be continued....
When a suitable "end of season" offer from Bos en Dal Safaries was published on AH I made contact and eventually booked the Safari. Unfortunately living in Angola means that it is difficult to bring your own rifle but Gerrit had a nice 375 H&H CZ for rent so that was not a problem.
Finally on the 8th of November i boarded the flight from Luanda to Jo.burg. and the next morning Gerrit picked me up at the Hotel for the long drive to Hoedspruit. We arrived well at Buffaloland tented camp in the afternoon and immediately went for a scouting trip on the concession.
There was an abundance of wildlife on this concession, Nyala, Buffalo, Impala, Kudu, Giraffe and more. We were told there was an old expelled Dagga boy to that we had to check out. And what a magnificent beast it was, the Buffalo Cow hut was immediately upgraded to a Bull hunt !
Next morning, after a hot night in the tent, the rifle was sighted in and we went looking for the old guy. He was quickly spotted in the same river wally as the night before. The old land Rover past and drove down the dirt road to where we parked.
The team got out and prepared for the task, a short toolbox talk and the task were divided. Jan was the main PH for dangerous game and would lead the hunt on the bull. Walking back and quietly approaching the animal with the wind in our face we managed to get within 50m before he suspected that something was going on. He stood and started to checkout the newcomers. He was quartering towards us and although a frontal shot was quite possible Jan moved in a circle to the side, hoping to turn him for a shoulder shout.
He stood his ground so we decided to move to the side as well. We went in a half circle and came perfectly broad side. Sticks came up, rifle on the sticks, aim and fire.
The old Dagga boy went straight down, hit trough both shoulders and the hart there was not much else he could do. He got two more A-frame bullets in the chest before finally expire on the sandy bank of the river.
To be continued....
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