DAY FOUR: Started on the lodge property but up high, place I hadn't seen yet. Yes the place is fenced but up here on the flat in the scrub that reminded me of Arizona or maybe Texas or parts of New Mexico, you couldn't actually see a fence and on the map at the lodge there are days of country between the fences. We were strolling happily in the morning cool when Wik spotted them. I had been busy picking up quills or bugs or something equally marvelous when the threesome actually ran straight down the two track road we were walking down for a couple hundred yards. They finally turned and Wik said "that one" and Mike took the shot. It was long but I don't remember the range-not a mile but not 150 yards either, something in between. . .like I said, I was busy with stuff. Well zebras aren't horses and these zebra were not chalet pasture zebra and they left in a trail of dust until they were merely dusty dots in my binos. Wik laughed it off and we checked for a hit but there was no sign of one and we moved on. Later in the morning three different zebras almost ran over Mike while he was on the sticks and we were waiting for the tracker to push them our direction, those exploded like a giant striped covey of quail when they figured us out, running through spekboom (finally spelled it correctly) sending busted branches in all directions-heart pounding stuff. Maybe they've learned some tricks from those big wonderful cattle looking things. At any rate, zebra turned out to be the thing we had the most trouble with-We went to a new part of the ranch (ranch, concession, farm?) and were doing more walking. We had seen giraffe up close which was a thrill and wonderful photography session and we had bumped warthogs a couple times but no boys. We came over a rise and there was a lovely lake and on the edge was a sable bull. I was snapping pix and loving the experience and Wik is waving me over to him. Doesn't he see I am busy-shees! But what he can see that I cannot is the other bull that is putting on a display that would make a bull elk envious. Big bull is using his curved sabres to tear apart some brush, swinging them back and forth like a mad russian scything grain. His majesty was moving so much that the pix turned out awful (maybe the photographer was shaking) but he would pose for just a second on his way out. The lake bull would join him at a gallop and they would be lost to us in the brush, but what a majestic animal and a treasured experience. I'm not a guy that can afford a sable. Not a Mozambique sable, not a South Africa sable. But now I had an experience with them and some pictures of them and that made me very happy.
Maybe the next ridge or two farther on, Wik spotted a duiker coming down the hill toward us. I had thought about the first duiker I had passed and we had seen some since, always going away like big cottontail rabbits. So when Wik asked Mike if he wanted it, I offered that I did and took the rifle away from Mike. I was selfish because I was ruining his morning zebra hunt but by now I had thought about it and I did want a duiker and I understood better why guys get excited about the tiny ten. I don't want to join that obsession but I wouldn't pass another opportunity to take one either.
Sticks up and at 100 yards Wik says he is a big one and "YOU MUST TAKE HIM!" Another Wik ism that I love. Not a command or said in a rush, more like a happy suggestion. You must try ice cream with your cherry pie! Scope from bottom up and soon as I see hair in the scope I fire. Yup, hair in scope, not shoulder or a spot, just hair. Like some kind of rookie idiot. I've killed my top four very well with well placed shots and not I gut shoot a simple duiker at 100 yards no less. Well there is obviously an entry and an exit and the trail is easy to follow but he can still move and he is suffering so I am grateful when Wik calls for the dogs. I would always rather miss anything that to hit it in the guts. The little jack russels have the buck located and held in literally seconds and Sader administers the coup de grace even faster and we have our duiker.
Wik has a very certain way he likes to take his pictures and sometimes it made sense to me while other times it did not. I was very grateful for his experience with the duiker. A picture gives an animal the opportunity to be remembered and apprciated by many people for many years to come so it should be done well. Plus it is your only trophy to have until you get the animal back from the taxidermist, so the pix should be done as well as the eventual mount will be. Wik had to hide my 215 pounds behind the 15kg duiker which you recall was badly gutshot not long ago.
If you don't like the pose your ph sets up-change it! Let him get the shots he wants for his website and you will want those also but if you want more or different then speak up. Looking back I do not have side shots of my nyala or kudu which is a shame because they have wonderful markings on their faces. I did ask Wik to back up for some of the shots as I was starting to see shadows creeping into my pix and I was not able edit them for other use. I'm just saying your ph will be good at trophy pictures but make sure you get what you want also.