Stretch
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Day 3 started with a delicious made to order breakfast. Wendy is the lodge cook preparing meals fit for royalty. I can personally attest from my experience, you will not loose weight when you stay here. After breakfast we headed out hunting once again. We started out looking for a mature boar Warthog. Even though I have had the good fortune to shoot numerous boars on previous hunts, I can’t seem to get them out of my system. I simply love hunting Warthog. After glassing several areas we came upon a herd of Cape Buffalo. There was approximately 20 buffalo in this herd which included several old dry cows. Marius ask me a silly question “do you want to hunt a cow buffalo?” I shot a Buffalo bull a few years ago, but as many who have hunted buffalo know, one gets addicted to thrill that buffalo hunting offers. Of course my answer was a resounding yes, so a plan for a stalk was made. The tracker and Michele were to stay on a high point to keep an eye on the herd and watch the stalk, while Marius and I walked then crawled within range. During the stalk all but one ancient cow laid down. She was standing quartering away just beyond the thick grass. This grass did not allow us to see her legs or lower part off her body so I needed to estimate the trajectory of the angle to get one into her boiler room. Unfortunately, this time I did not make a perfect shot. I inadvertently aimed a bit too far back, but still raked the liver and one lung. We couldn’t see her after the shot, but from their elevated position Michele and the tracker were able to watch the old matriarch. After the shot she very slowly moved a short distance, then spun around a couple times with her head held low before disappearing next to a dense bush patch. Marius stated that she is in that bush for one of two reasons. She went in there to die or was she lying in ambush. As we approached Marius spotted her looking at us with her head up only 20 yards away. She made no attempt to get up on her feet as I was instructed to put one just below her horns directly between her eyes. After that I added one more follow-up shot and it was over. Cape buffalo are big, I mean really big animals. This female was the perfect animal to take out of the herd. Well beyond her calf rearing years. Her hips were sticking out and what teeth she had left were worn to the gums. The emotions came crashing in as I felt some remorse yet respect for this epic animal. I am proud to be a hunter.
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