6/19 is about repeat day of before. Lots ground covered. Followed some tracks awhile, saw lots of sign, tracks and Ele. Just nothing as a shooter bull. Late pm went riding looking for Impala for camp meat. Saw some. Stalk busted by wind. Back camp dark for dinner and fire.
6/20
Sinus and respiratory kicking me bad. What ever it is caught on flight is still kicking my butt. Gone 5:30 am
Pick up Moz Police, Village Rep I will call Chopper, this guy can swing a machete like no one I seen. Says he knows where a bull is. Cut road about 2k in and then we walk. We find nice 22 inch track and get on it. About 10am. At around 4pm and 6-7 K into bush we are within 30 yards of Bull and some cows. Can hear and smell them. But can’t see it’s so thick. Damn wind swirled and they spooked and headed out.
It was decided them is 4:15 pm. 7K back to truck we need head back, all we had had is water and some candy bars along with us.
This is when I get my ass kicked. About an hour into walk out my old legs gave out, breathing was getting harder with this respiratory crap. Kenas took my rifle and they had cut me a walking stick. Right at dark rain storm hit and we got soaked and cold. I was barely walking and hobbling along. Brandon, Chopper and Danny left me with Kenas and Police Guy to keep making it best I could. They hooked it to truck and started cutting a road into me. I was just about done, completely exhausted. Thanks to amazing PH, trackers, Chopper got to meet truck at 9pm after several falls in slick mud. Made it camp about 11:30 pm.
I took a beating today
6/20
Sinus and respiratory kicking me bad. What ever it is caught on flight is still kicking my butt. Gone 5:30 am
Pick up Moz Police, Village Rep I will call Chopper, this guy can swing a machete like no one I seen. Says he knows where a bull is. Cut road about 2k in and then we walk. We find nice 22 inch track and get on it. About 10am. At around 4pm and 6-7 K into bush we are within 30 yards of Bull and some cows. Can hear and smell them. But can’t see it’s so thick. Damn wind swirled and they spooked and headed out.
It was decided them is 4:15 pm. 7K back to truck we need head back, all we had had is water and some candy bars along with us.
This is when I get my ass kicked. About an hour into walk out my old legs gave out, breathing was getting harder with this respiratory crap. Kenas took my rifle and they had cut me a walking stick. Right at dark rain storm hit and we got soaked and cold. I was barely walking and hobbling along. Brandon, Chopper and Danny left me with Kenas and Police Guy to keep making it best I could. They hooked it to truck and started cutting a road into me. I was just about done, completely exhausted. Thanks to amazing PH, trackers, Chopper got to meet truck at 9pm after several falls in slick mud. Made it camp about 11:30 pm.
I took a beating today
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