The day after the zebra hunt, we returned to the same property to hunt for an eland bull. One specific eland bull on 6,000 acres. Several times I had a clear shot an enormous eland buck but was told “not that one - he’s our breeder bull and my grandfather would kill me.” That eland
knew he was protected and just didn’t bother hiding. At one point, we were in fairly thick brush approaching a waterhole and saw eland through an opening. Then I saw warthogs running past the eland. “Would you like to shoot a pig?” Why yes I would! We got closer to the opening around the waterhole but were still in thick brush. Pieter identified the warthog he wanted me to shoot. I got my rifle on the sticks pointed through a fairly small opening. The warthog was happily running around chasing his girls, then he stopped for a moment right in that opening about 40 yards away. After I shot, he rolled on his back, kicked his legs in the air for a few seconds, and expired.
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(That’s not where he fell. The PH and tracker dragged him into the open for a better photo.)
