Jurassic park mountains
We decide to hunt Sable after spotting an outstanding trophy while returning with red Duiker from the day before. I tell Derren let’s shoot for 40” class as he know of 2 or 3 that might make that length and I shot one that big already and don’t really need another one. Anyways we look all day and right at dark we spot a no doubt shooter. We make a good stalk and Derren can’t tell for sure how long he is for sure as he won’t turn his head. He catches our wind and is gone. We saw to great bulls that day. I’m hoping to get the monster from the day before so we head back to camp after another great day of hunting.
We leave at4:30 to look for the big sable about an hour from camp. We check the water hole for tracks and we find a herd has drunk. We decide to head out on foot to see if we can find him. They have seen him in this area 3 or 4 times during the season so my confidence is high despite the large area. After 2 hours looking on both sides of the road and no sign of a large bull track or fresh droppings we conclude he has vacated the area. We go back to the river and check for tracks. As Derren climbs up the bank I go with the trackers as they walk off I head back toward Derren. He comes down and says get the gun. I sprint for the truck some 50 yds away grabbing the gun and sticks. I’m sure it must be him. As I’m running back Krispen is running back to the truck to get his binocs. We slowly stalk and as the sticks go up I calm myself and I see him clearly in the scope at 70 yds facing us. A chip shot and then the words it’s not him. I can’t believe it! We spend the rest of the day searching another area and then drive back at last light to see if he has come back around but it’s clear he has left the immediate area. Back to camp and a great evening. We make a plan for day 9.