M Whitley
AH veteran
- Joined
- Dec 26, 2018
- Messages
- 182
- Reaction score
- 1,073
- Location
- Missouri, USA
- Media
- 124
- Member of
- DSC, SCI, DRC
- Hunted
- RSA 2x, Namibia, Tanzania 2x, Botswana, Zambia 2x, Spain, Canada, Cameroon
Well, I still owe this community several full hunt reports; big ivory, old lions, and enough unfinished stories to make me look either busy or unreliable. Probably both.
In April 2026, we headed into the Cameroon forest with one main objective: bongo. Nathan at @BULLET SAFARIS once again managed to put me in the right place at the right time, which is starting to feel less like luck and more like a dangerous habit.
The forest delivered the full luxury package: heat, humidity, bugs, sweat, swamp, and the kind of personal discomfort that makes you question every decision you’ve made since birth. The air felt like breathing through a wet towel at times, the bugs treated us like a buffet, and every article of clothing became permanently attached to your body by about 8:15 each morning.
In other words, perfect bongo hunting conditions.
Somewhere in the middle of all that misery, we managed to check off bongo and forest elephant, plus pick up a blue duiker and a great Peter’s duiker along the way.
We also managed to avoid gorillas and cobras. We’re still not entirely sure whether the cobras were bush cobras or spitting cobras, but I’ve found that distinction becomes largely academic when the immediate goal is continued survival.
Full report coming. This one was a proper Cameroon forest adventure, miserable in all the right ways.
In April 2026, we headed into the Cameroon forest with one main objective: bongo. Nathan at @BULLET SAFARIS once again managed to put me in the right place at the right time, which is starting to feel less like luck and more like a dangerous habit.
The forest delivered the full luxury package: heat, humidity, bugs, sweat, swamp, and the kind of personal discomfort that makes you question every decision you’ve made since birth. The air felt like breathing through a wet towel at times, the bugs treated us like a buffet, and every article of clothing became permanently attached to your body by about 8:15 each morning.
In other words, perfect bongo hunting conditions.
Somewhere in the middle of all that misery, we managed to check off bongo and forest elephant, plus pick up a blue duiker and a great Peter’s duiker along the way.
We also managed to avoid gorillas and cobras. We’re still not entirely sure whether the cobras were bush cobras or spitting cobras, but I’ve found that distinction becomes largely academic when the immediate goal is continued survival.
Full report coming. This one was a proper Cameroon forest adventure, miserable in all the right ways.
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