ArmyAV8tor
AH veteran
- Joined
- Mar 25, 2018
- Messages
- 225
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- 746
- Location
- Pennsylvania
- Media
- 18
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- NRA/SCI/RGS
- Hunted
- Germany, Holland, Namibia, Honduras
The two vertical white shining streaks immediately grabbed my attention because they looked so out of place until I realized it was the horns of the eland bull we had been tracking. The late afternoon sun at my back illuminated the horns like two white glow sticks. Seconds earlier the tracker Willem had stopped suddenly and crouched. He turned, showed me two fingers and with the flat of his hand indicated they were moving left to right. He turned to follow the spoor and that is when I noticed the the horns and it struck me that they towered above the low bush. I gave Willem a quick "Pssssst" He put up the sticks and crouched back down. Rolf Ritter, the PH, moved to my right shoulder, verified the correct bull in my ear and gave me the go ahead.
This eland story started in June 2021 in the same area with the same PH. We chased Eland for five straight days and while I saw some eland, I never really got close enough to study one closely and never a bull worth putting a lot of time in on. I rebooked for 2022 for the sole purpose of chasing eland and if successful we would look for waterbuck, baboon, and jackal.
We were well into day three of this years hunt without a decent glimpse of a good bull and I honestly was beginning to feel the pressure. Driving the bush trails and stopping at water sources to look for tracks was beginning to seem routine. Willem would spot a track, jump down and study the ground. He might even follow it a ways into the bush but he always returned without the excited waving I had seen from him during other hunts for oryx, duiker, springbuck and warthog.
The shadows were beginning to lengthen and my dry throat was beginning to look forward to a cold Tafel lager as the Land Cruiser bounced down the sandy track. Willem and I simultaneously caught a glimpse of eland off to the right. When I say glimpse I mean I could tell they were eland. Willem on the other hand practically jumped over the side rail saying get your gun and lets go. Obviously he saw something I didn't. I chambered a round in my Model 70, .375 H & H , loaded with 270 gr. Barnes TSX bullets and 69.5 grs of RL 15. A quick conference and we off on the track. Ten minutes of slow movement brought us to the moment of truth. I laid the rifle in the sticks and found the eland in the Leupold 1.5 x 6 x 24 scope and knew immediately that that big bluish body on the left was my target. The crosshairs settled just behind the right shoulder as he quartered slightly away and I tugged the trigger. The shot felt right and the the bull spun left while the other four eland scattered. The PH and tracker moved off to check for sign, each taking a different game trail. I followed a few yards behind and where a trail split, I stopped to watch the PH and tracker work and where I stood, I looked down and saw the first blood. I motioned to the PH and as he turned toward me, Willem whistled and pointed ahead. I hope the pictures do it justice because I was stunned by the size and bulk of this animal.
Earlier in the same day, I shot the Waterbuck pictured below. Not nearly as exciting but we ran across some fresh tracks and decided to follow them up a ways. We came to a grassy opening where we could see 6 animals including two small bulls and 4 cows. We eased up so we could see farther to our left down the break in the bush and spotted three more bulls. The PH immediately said shoot the one on the left. Up went the sticks and I settled the rifle in place and realized this would be the longest shot I had ever taken in Africa at close to 200 yds. I asked for Willem's shoulder to steady my right elbow, confirmed the correct bull with Rolf and let it fly. I didn't hear the impact but I could see the bull laboring behind the others as they moved into the bush. We quickly covered the distance to the spot the Waterbuck were standing. Willem picked up the track right away and not 40 yds in, the bull was down.
This eland story started in June 2021 in the same area with the same PH. We chased Eland for five straight days and while I saw some eland, I never really got close enough to study one closely and never a bull worth putting a lot of time in on. I rebooked for 2022 for the sole purpose of chasing eland and if successful we would look for waterbuck, baboon, and jackal.
We were well into day three of this years hunt without a decent glimpse of a good bull and I honestly was beginning to feel the pressure. Driving the bush trails and stopping at water sources to look for tracks was beginning to seem routine. Willem would spot a track, jump down and study the ground. He might even follow it a ways into the bush but he always returned without the excited waving I had seen from him during other hunts for oryx, duiker, springbuck and warthog.
The shadows were beginning to lengthen and my dry throat was beginning to look forward to a cold Tafel lager as the Land Cruiser bounced down the sandy track. Willem and I simultaneously caught a glimpse of eland off to the right. When I say glimpse I mean I could tell they were eland. Willem on the other hand practically jumped over the side rail saying get your gun and lets go. Obviously he saw something I didn't. I chambered a round in my Model 70, .375 H & H , loaded with 270 gr. Barnes TSX bullets and 69.5 grs of RL 15. A quick conference and we off on the track. Ten minutes of slow movement brought us to the moment of truth. I laid the rifle in the sticks and found the eland in the Leupold 1.5 x 6 x 24 scope and knew immediately that that big bluish body on the left was my target. The crosshairs settled just behind the right shoulder as he quartered slightly away and I tugged the trigger. The shot felt right and the the bull spun left while the other four eland scattered. The PH and tracker moved off to check for sign, each taking a different game trail. I followed a few yards behind and where a trail split, I stopped to watch the PH and tracker work and where I stood, I looked down and saw the first blood. I motioned to the PH and as he turned toward me, Willem whistled and pointed ahead. I hope the pictures do it justice because I was stunned by the size and bulk of this animal.
Earlier in the same day, I shot the Waterbuck pictured below. Not nearly as exciting but we ran across some fresh tracks and decided to follow them up a ways. We came to a grassy opening where we could see 6 animals including two small bulls and 4 cows. We eased up so we could see farther to our left down the break in the bush and spotted three more bulls. The PH immediately said shoot the one on the left. Up went the sticks and I settled the rifle in place and realized this would be the longest shot I had ever taken in Africa at close to 200 yds. I asked for Willem's shoulder to steady my right elbow, confirmed the correct bull with Rolf and let it fly. I didn't hear the impact but I could see the bull laboring behind the others as they moved into the bush. We quickly covered the distance to the spot the Waterbuck were standing. Willem picked up the track right away and not 40 yds in, the bull was down.
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