Anyone had a ph tell you to shoot the wrong animal or wrong shot?

[Doug3006]

Were they both trophy bulls?

Yes! Almost a mirror image of one another!

 

[pilar]

I’m sure I’ve told the story before. I was hunting Eland, and we spotted one on a hill opposite the hill we were on. Up went the sticks. I fired once from my 375 H&H and the bull did a mule kick and bailed off the top of the hill down the far side. We ran to the spot he was standing. The PH spotted him at the base of the hill. Up went the sticks. All the while the PH was telling me to shoot him again. I did and he collapsed. We took about ten steps down the hill and saw a very dead Eland laying half way down the hill, and the second one I shot was stone dead at the bottom.

I bet the closest village was especially happy

 

[Doug3006]

It was a LOT of meat!

 

[Flipper Dude]

It was a LOT of meat!

I had the camp manager cut a 4-5” thick porterhouse from the front from an eland that I killed. I was going to cook it like a Bistecca Ala Fiorintina later in the hunt. Alas, I ended up leaving a couple of days early, and never got to grill that beauty. I gotta try that someday.

 

[dchum]

I had the camp manager cut a 4-5” thick porterhouse from the front from an eland that I killed. I was going to cook it like a Bistecca Ala Fiorintina later in the hunt. Alas, I ended up leaving a couple of days early, and never got to grill that beauty. I gotta try that someday.

I like the way you think….

Shame you didn’t get to grill that steak up, next time

 

[Mike B.]

If you’ve hunted long enough, it’s bound to happen. I don’t think it’s a big deal to me, we all make mistakes and if it truly is a problem of shooting something small versus something big, any good PH will make that right with you. All of my experiences have been with different PHs.

So on one hunt we were looking at some zebra and trying to figure out which mare the foal belonged to. After watching for a few minutes it was decided which one to shoot and I shot the one I was told to. Turned out I shot the mom. That was heart wrenching as the foal stood around and watched us walk up to the downed zebra. The foal eventually ran off and joined the other two. Still had a great trophy for a rug but man, that didn’t make me feel good at that moment. To this day, I’d say that is the only trophy that I regret.

Second time I was told to shoot the wrong aoudad, a female. Went back out and was successful the next day on a ram.

Another time we saw a duiker while driving around. Hopped out and got on the sticks. It walked behind a big bush, moving from right to left. After waiting a short time later, it walks out from behind another big bush going from the left to the right, and I said right there on the left. The PH said yep and to shoot. After shooting it and dropping it, another one runs off and it had horns as well. We walk up onto the dead one and my PH says that’s a female with horns and the much bigger male was the one that ran off. Neither of us thought at the time there were two but it made total sense after replaying it in our heads because the one walked in from the opposite direction. We just assumed it had circled around some other brush and we didn’t see it do so and that’s why it ended up walking in from a different direction.

There was another time that was all on me. I bring this up because I can guarantee that clients mess things up way more than a PH will ever do. I am extremely deaf and I do wear hearing aids so whispers are almost impossible for me to hear. I was hunting hyena at night in a blind. As this was my second trip to Africa, I still had not seen a hyena in person before. Two came into the bait that night. I quietly asked right or left and I got a longer answer that I couldn’t hear or decipher. I said I couldn’t hear and asked again right or left. Got another long answer that I couldn’t make out. So at this point I’m looking through the night vision on the scope and I’m trying to decide which one was bigger and not being able to tell because of my inexperience. So I shoot the one on the right. I ask the PH immediately after if I had shot the right one and he said, no Mike, no you did not. I was like oh no, I hope I didn’t shoot a cub. Luckily when we got up to it I had shot a decent one but nothing like the one he wanted me to shoot.