I hunted hippo on land in the Caprivi last summer. We were in and out of water as we traversed areas where hippo would bed during the warmth of the day. Some of the areas were very thick with brush, we were essentially walking through brush tunnels, slowly, looking for skin, anything that looked like a hippo. Many places the distance you could see was only 10 yards or less. I doubted my decision to undertake such an affair, especially after our boat was charged multiple times by an ornery bull. The bull hit the boat one time as he porpoised out of the water. It was a true pucker moment.
I finally connected with a bull at just over 20 paces. We had seen him come out of the water and begin grazing. We got the wind and traversed multiple water areas, rifles held high over our heads. The final approach was an exercise in how close we could get. PH Louw Lotter continued moving forward, against all my sense of self preservation, I followed. I took a single side-brain shot and it was over. It was a moment of extremes: the size of the animal, the proximity, fear of consequences of a miss, and then the slow process of coming down from such high tension. Taking 10-15 min to go from “close”, up to “too close” and finally to so close that time slows down and you know you cannot make a mistake.
The truly wonderful experience wasn’t so much in the hunt, but in the process of moving the animal, towing him downstream, then being involved in the processing of tons of meat. We brought two truck loads of meat to the local community where over 70 people came in with all manner of receptacles to carry out huge 50 lbs bags of meat. It was a humbling experience. I enjoy sharing venison back home. To get to share that much meat in one effort was special, heartwarming and really gave me a more thorough understanding of conservation. People were polite, gracious and thankful in a way that made me realize that my adventure in a hippo hunt was a much bigger donation to the community that just money. I was not prepared for the thanks that I received.
My (vegetarian!) daughter was with me for the whole event, she was 50 yards behind during the hunt. She was involved in the animal processing. After seeing what happened with the meat, it changed her opinion of hunting. It has such a profound impact on her that she decided to start hunting and took 6 head of PG on that trip. She finally realized that we and the community are fed from the efforts of hunters.
If you are blessed with the chance to hunt a hippo, take the time to be involved in the processing and the meat distribution.