Russ16
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Day 6
At breakfast Gareth said that we either needed to hunt the buffalo cow for the Parks Department or he would send Owen and the camp manager to do it. They needed it by Friday, and he wanted to make sure we got it done as it was Thursday. So, we left camp with that in mind.
Pretty quickly we found where a herd had crossed to road in the night and followed. Compared to tracking a single or pair of bulls tracking the heard was pretty easy. After a little less than an hour we could hear them feeding in the thick jess ahead. Gareth whispered for me to sit on the ground in front of him and use a small tree as a rest. Once I was in position he started bellowing like a calf in distress. Within seconds we could hear the herd coming our way. I started seeing cows trotting toward us with their heads up looking for the calf. Having a herd of buffalo coming straight at you quickens the pulse!
Gareth directed me to one cow broadside in a lane that didn’t have a calf. I was carrying the 375 and put one right on her shoulder. Off she ran and the herd bombshelled in every direction. We followed up fairly quickly and found her in a thicket, all I could see was her tail, but Gareth had a better view, so I told him to shoot. Once he did, she stumbled into an opening, and I put a finisher in her shoulder. Parks came and did the recovery and that took the rest of the morning.
That afternoon we were checking pans for sable tracks when we saw a lone duiker feeding. I hurriedly got on the sticks and took the shot. It was slightly quartering away and looking back at us and I rushed it. I got the duiker but let’s just say the shot placement was nontraditional and a euro mount is out of the question. We did recover the horn which separated from the skull undamaged both were quite large at over 5 inches each with thick bases. I’ll be making a stand for them when they get home.
At breakfast Gareth said that we either needed to hunt the buffalo cow for the Parks Department or he would send Owen and the camp manager to do it. They needed it by Friday, and he wanted to make sure we got it done as it was Thursday. So, we left camp with that in mind.
Pretty quickly we found where a herd had crossed to road in the night and followed. Compared to tracking a single or pair of bulls tracking the heard was pretty easy. After a little less than an hour we could hear them feeding in the thick jess ahead. Gareth whispered for me to sit on the ground in front of him and use a small tree as a rest. Once I was in position he started bellowing like a calf in distress. Within seconds we could hear the herd coming our way. I started seeing cows trotting toward us with their heads up looking for the calf. Having a herd of buffalo coming straight at you quickens the pulse!
Gareth directed me to one cow broadside in a lane that didn’t have a calf. I was carrying the 375 and put one right on her shoulder. Off she ran and the herd bombshelled in every direction. We followed up fairly quickly and found her in a thicket, all I could see was her tail, but Gareth had a better view, so I told him to shoot. Once he did, she stumbled into an opening, and I put a finisher in her shoulder. Parks came and did the recovery and that took the rest of the morning.
That afternoon we were checking pans for sable tracks when we saw a lone duiker feeding. I hurriedly got on the sticks and took the shot. It was slightly quartering away and looking back at us and I rushed it. I got the duiker but let’s just say the shot placement was nontraditional and a euro mount is out of the question. We did recover the horn which separated from the skull undamaged both were quite large at over 5 inches each with thick bases. I’ll be making a stand for them when they get home.
