50lawman
AH senior member
- Joined
- Oct 30, 2011
- Messages
- 76
- Reaction score
- 108
- Location
- Honolulu, Hawaii
- Media
- 16
- Member of
- SCI/ North American Hunt CLub
- Hunted
- Namibia
Just completed my Cape Buffalo hunt with Wayne in Save, Senoko area. Here's part of the story. I'll leave out the flights and struggles with Airline personnel. So I left Honolulu on 29 August to LAX. Qatar Flight canceled and I lost a day and a half. Finally got airborne on Sept 1st on Qatar Airways, business class, What a pleasure it was to fly with them. Anyway get thru the marathon flights on touch down in Bulawayo. Wind and dodge my way through the process and meet with Wayne outside, We get squared away for the 7 hour ride to the Triangle and leave Bulawayo the next morning around 0600. Lots of sites to see and wonder at along the way. Made it to the camp in record time so we decided to gear up a see what's going on. Later that day we come across a herd crossing the road in front of us and Wayne wants to have a look. We manage to get close and I'm on the sticks just glassing as the herd moves in front of us, The adrenaline was definitely pumping but no shooter in the herd mostly females. So we head back to the camp. Here's the thing about snakes, we only have about 5 of them and they're behind glass in our zoo. So as me Wayne and Sam we heading back to our room I here Wayne yell out and I look back to see something wriggling around by his feet then Sam gets involved and has to jump up on a large boulder to get out of the way. Needless to say stayed out of the way and provided my knife to ensure the critter was actually dead. Anyway the next day we head out looking for tracks and come across some fresh tracks around a watering hole heading in a direction that looked promising. Once we cut the herd's tracks we bailed out, loaded up and tried to get close for a look see. Jumping ahead, we came close about three times but got busted, and off they went. The thundering of the herd as the fled was unreal, it was as if the was a train going through the brush. Tracking was difficult at times but we had enough personnel and I just stayed out of their way. It was like walking on potato chips. Anyway after going through several attempts we decided to break for lunch let the herd bed down then come back in the afternoon. After a quick lunch and rounding up the tracker and scout we went back to the last place we saw tracks as the herd crossed the road. Again load up and head out. By this time i'm learning a bit more about walking in the potato chips field and lifting instead of dragging my feet. Anyway, I'm not sure how long we tracked the herd but Sam saw something up ahead and we all froze in our tracks. Wayne got on the binos and saw a decent old dagga boy but there was alot of brush in the way and I couldn't really see that well through the tangle of shrubs, vines and bushes. Then the dagga boy laid down. So we waited. I think it was Sam who saw another dagga boy under a tree on the other side of a large shrub bush we were using as cover and Wayne glassed and when he threw out the sticks I knew this was it, it was going down. He began to describe the situation and location of the bull and where to aim as the dagga was facing me head on. I got up on the sticks with my CZ 550 416 Rigby and lined up the cross hairs and squeezed off a 400 gr. bullet. Almost immediately I heard a loud bellow, then an eerie quiet as the rest of the herd tore off through the bush. We approached the tree and began to cautiously look around for the dagga boy. Sam found him in some tall brush and 20 yards away, stone dead. A couple of thrown branches his way confirmed his demise. Oh yeah I also got a second chance at an Impala. We tried to take a bush pig but they weren't cooperating so after a couple of days of futility we left the camp. It was my choice, rains where coming in, I got what i wanted and had a chance to spend time with Wayne and his wife plus check out another camp where they were hunting leopard. So for me it was another hunt of a life time. Here are some pictures of my Dagga boy and Impala. Again thanks to Wayne, Sam, the crew that came with us everyday and the staff at the lodge. Nyamazana Safaris is the real deal. Wayne has everything in place, and has more locations you can hunt in. All you have to do is give him a call. If all of the previous comments are any gauge of the man's reputation and integrity then why not call him. I guarantee you will not be disappointed. Aloha.
