Well once again I would like to start by Thanking Greg, Bruce and all of their staff for a great time and a fantastic hunt and as for my friend and PH Rusty and his beautiful fianc'ee Jami I can't thank them enough for the great time and hospitality that they showed Deb and I. Well the trip started out great checking in at the Airport in Huntsville, AL. Got our tickets and went to the security point before getting to our gate, now I know I've been advised before about wearing hunting gear while traveling to Africa that it might attract attention and it did. As I came through the Xray machine I forgot to remove my AH hat that was covering my baldhead and the homeland security people were all looking straight at me. They waved me over to them and as I walked forward I'm looking around and see one of our Olympic meddled runners who's name I'm not going to mention having her baggage gone through that's when I discovered that the AH hat works better the a Gold Members VIP Card as the guard looked me straight in the eyes and ask, What have you taken? Sorry In Africa what did you get? Give me a second to get my stuff and I'll show you some pics on my cell phone, as Deb walks over and said I think you were suppose to take your hat off, the security guard said no he checked out ok we just want to see the pictures. Love this place. And we're off to Africa. Now this is First Class Day 1 We get to the lodge that morning for more breakfast then a human should eat then its off to the range to check the 300WM and its driving tacks at 100 so the first animal on the list is Deb's Impala as we set on a hill glassing we're seeing everything, Everything that is except big Impala. After an hour or so I'm looking through a small hole in the brush about 500 yards away and tell Rusty there he is. Rusty takes a look at where I'm pointing and said good spot Bob that's the one we're looking for now to figure out how to stalk him without getting busted. I laughed and said that's your problem I found him. :laughing: We all load up and move to the field on the other side and with the wind in our favor we start the stalk. Now when we last seen him he was several hundred yards in the brush from where we started but we get no further then 75 yards in to the brush when Rusty signals us down, down, down. Just over a hill so low that we had to lay on our belly not to be seen was the Impala not 25 yards away standing in the shade, it seems that as we made our way to him he was making his way to us so at 25 yards Deb gets setup and it's a 1 shot Down and the first animal is in the salt. That afternoon we're back out looking for Springbok but with no luck so its back to the lodge for evening drinks and Dinner and just shooting the bull.