So I quit halfway through my story. I was going back from memory because the nights at the lodge were spent around the bar, no time for internet updates! But I feel by not finishing I would be selling the hunt, and the crew at Paw Prints short, so I am going to summarize the remaining time.
-After two unsuccessful days of chasing Nyala, we decided to change things up and go back to where I shot the Wildebeest and try for a nice Impala. Not a good day, three missed shots. It was a silent ride back to the farm, Pieter was there to put my mind back at ease. We were not going to hunt the next day, so it was a late night around the bar and by the time my head hit the pillow, missed Impala couldn't be further from my mind.
-The next day we slept in and headed to the Cradle of Humanity. I was impressed by how well done the center was, and would recommend it to anyone in the area. Then a quick stop at a Curio shop, and lunch at Chameleon Village, then back to the farm. When we got back, I headed in for a nap, the rest of the crew hunted the farm looking for Kudu. I woke up to an empty camp, so had a nice afternoon reading in the sun. Heide invited me up for coffee with the family, the first grandchild was to be delivered the next day so both families were together. The hunting party returned with an empty truck box, so it was the usual routine of good food, drinks, and friends.
-The remainder of the trip was spent chasing the elusive Nyala. lots of country crossed, no shots fired. Well one, at a sow warthog.
She won't break any records, but she's ugly, and that's the main thing! If only I could sell the wife on the rocking warthog that Dennis posted a few weeks ago....
As far as Nyala hunting goes, by the end I was beginning to hate them! When we would see them, they were already hightailing through the bush, or if they were still, it was always in the perfect position as to never offer a shot! There was one bull on the property that new he was safe, and could have cared less if we were around, an old bull with both tips broken off. In hindsight, I guess this is where "beggars can't be choosers" came from. Then the rains came, and that slowed everything down.
Our final day at the lodge, we loaded up and headed to Pilanseberg National Park with Jonothan as our guide. This was a very worth while trip, as I wouldn't be following my parents on to Kruger. The park didn't seem overly busy, and we saw plenty of game including loins, elephant, hippo's, croc, plus the usual plains game. Jonothan was my PH, but before he got into that, he became qualified as a tour guide, and is also an avid birder. So if there is one person you want to tour you around a park, it would be him. He really made the trip, and without his eyes, who know how many animals we would have missed.
Some take-aways
-Going into this, I wasn't sure how I felt about fences. Hunting in Alberta, especially around a tiny farming community, I was always able to go 20 miles in any direction at will. I will say now that never once did I feel like a fence swayed the odds in my favor.
-This hunt was far harder that I had ever expected. In my opinion, but the Wildebeest and Kudu were well earned. We logged many miles every day through the bush as well as up and down the mountain. The Warthog was more of an opportunistic trophy. I think going into the hunt, I had envisioned "Discovery Channel" Africa with game everywhere. We did see plenty of game on a daily basis, but when targeting a specific species, the challenge was surely on.
- Thorns suck, enough said.
It's no surprise to any member on here the reputation Paw Prints has on this forum and the long list of happy clients that would highly recommend them as an outfitter. I can now say that I am lucky enough to be part of that club! Pieter runs a first class operation. Speaking for myself, Jonothan was an excellent PH, tour guide, and friend. My dad was very happy with his PH Prop, and all I can tell you is that there was never a dull moment around the table or bar with him around! And the folks at Flintbeck were truly the icing on the cake. They took in three strangers, and made them feel like we were part of the family. I can't stress enough how this lodge exceed our expectations. Even if I never hunt the property again, I don't think I could go back to Africa without stopping to see the family.
I'm having trouble uploading more pictures, but there are more to come