Hunting the Karoo is an entirely different experience. There is a lot of climbing involved! We spent yesterday hunting, but the right bull proved to be elusive. We did find a group but none of the bulls were appropriate for hunting. By the evening we were all pretty dejected. As we drove back to camp, we discussed the possibility of being skunked. We only have one more full day. Then, in the fading light Marius saw a lone bull in a valley. We stopped. It ticked a lot of the boxes, but Marius wasn’t sure. He needed to see that the front of the boss wasn’t still soft, despite all the other signs of an old bull. It was too late to stalk this guy. A plan was made to get out at first light and try to locate this bull. Hopefully it would stay in this valley.
I don’t sleep much
We got out with the light and no bull. Ugh. We spent a frustrating few hours not finding this bull.
Marius spotted three other bulls in a valley a few kms away. So we got in the truck and made our way. The one on the right looked promising, but we had to go a very circuitous route to get a better view. This is where fate intervened. As we were driving around the height of a mountain, Marius, somehow, saw the bull we originally wanted on the far side of the valley. Incredible.
We got out of the truck and climbed way farther than I have the ability to do. We made it. From the height, we glassed the bull and saw him lay down under a tree. My son and Stephan, a PH in training who knows the property, stayed on the top of the mountain. Marius and I climbed down into the valley and across the other side. Up we went on the far side to approach the bull from above. On the way Marius gave me a pep talk. We have hunted plains game twice before. He said to me that he may not have a chance to discuss the shot, but I have done my research and I will know where to shoot it. I have always found his coaching to be very timely, and this was no exception.
When we finally got to position I could really feel how tired my legs were getting!
The bull was under a canopy.
@KMG Hunting Safaris spent a lot of time trying to figure out what to do, but there was no shot and no approach. He was bedded under a tree, amongst a bunch of bushes. Déjà vu.
We sat to see what he would do. After a short sit, I heard crunching and we saw he had risen to eat. He was feeding right towards us. We had to stay behind bushes, and Marius was trying to find a way to set up the sticks without being seen. The bull turned away from us. Marius said pick your shot and take it. My first shot was at 35 yards. Autopsy shows the 400 grain
@North Fork Bullets went through both shoulders and punched the heart. The bull bucked and turned towards us. We were moving to our right, anticipating he was going to continue going the way he was originally facing. When he turned Marius instructed another shot. Offhand and about 50 yards I hit him between the shoulder and the neck. He stiffens and just fell forward, to my great relief. The belief is that this
@North Fork Bullets went through the chest into the stomach. The skinners will let us know if they find it.
There was no death bellow. He just fell over.
With the Buffalo down we approached. I was instructed to make two insurance shots, one through the spine, which exited the brisket, and one up into the chest.
Unfortunately, so far we have not recovered any bullets. I find this interesting. I am glad it wasn’t a herd situation. The
@North Fork Bullets gave me the best group at 2400 fps. The swift AFrames was about 2350 fps. The Swifts did not exit the neck of a walrus. These
@North Fork Bullets have apparently zipped through this large bull. I think that says something about both the bullet and the enormous density of a walrus.
I am told the bull measures 41.5”.
Even before I shot this bull, this had been the best hunt of my life. Now it is even better. And, I love that I shared it with my son. He had a ringside seat to the entire approach. I am going to charge him admission to the show, because it was a good one!