This Little Piggy.... Tonight we spent a little more time around the fire before retiring for the night. Upon reaching my room I called home to unfold the days events to the family and shut out the lights once again. Morning came as a great surprise to me, Jaco's wake up call would be needed today. Today we are going to focus on Kudu and warthog. Up to date warthog have been plentiful yet very elusive. The grass is tall and most times you are lucky to see a tail retreating through the grass. It has soon become clear that what I thought was going to be a give me may actually end up being the most difficult before it was all said and done. Dawn broke like all the days before, everyone gravitated to their usual positions we all knew the game and we all knew our part. We started covering miles of two track, We looked over dozens of Kudu we had plentiful females lots of young bulls but a mature old male eluded us. Halfway through the morning we moved over to another property to continue our search. Here we came across several groups of young warthogs and sow's along with numerous groups of Kudu, like before no proper bulls were among them. So we searched on and on with the same results. I was amazed at how quickly the temperatures rose each day and conversely how quickly they dropped each evening. By the time we arrived back at the lodge for lunch it was down right warm and we were exhausted. It's amazing how sometimes the constant never ending search can be more tiring than a day full of numerous stalks. While the morning's hunt did not appear fruitful we did find a waterhole that appeared very active and had a lot of warthog sign. Given the time of year and the range conditions it was decided that we would put up a blind for the afternoon and sit for warthog at the waterhole. My dad's morning hunt much like ours involved looking over many, many Kudu and coming close on a great bull before he slipped away just before they could line up a shot. Once again lunch was outstanding and we all retreated to our rooms for our customary siesta. We set out a little earlier this afternoon than days past to give us time to get the blind set up brushed in and allow things to settle down. As the truck pulled up to the waterhole Jaco whispered jackal, jackal get ready, and with a snap of his fingers the truck came quickly to a stop. Almost instantly the jackal knew something was up and started exiting stage left. A quick whistle on Jaco's part and the jackal made the fatal mistake of stopping to look back. This particular ranch is also a working active cattle ranch and we had been told to shoot all jackals given the opportunity. We stopped quickly for pictures then proceeded to set up the blind. Jaco and Ellias made extremely quick work of the blind setup and we were soon settled in for the afternoon. I have to admit it felt a lot like a normal sit in the deer blind back home at this point. Throughout the afternoon we were visited off and on by multiple groups of cattle as they came for water and the minerals that the rancher had out. The hours drug on and I occupied my time watching the dove and other matters of bird life, you don't get the opportunity to notice it nearly as much when your in the back of the truck as opposed to stationary in a blind. The sun dipped low and we were nearing the last hour when we had several kudu cow's come to water. That broke the ice and from that point forward we had Kudu cow's coming and going the rest of the evening. The shadow's grew long and we knew that if something was going to happen it would have to be soon. As if on cue I noticed a shape back in the black thorn scrub that was not there before. A quick check of my binoculars confirmed, another Kudu, but this one was not the same as the rest the body was much larger and darker grey. While I could not see the head nor horns I knew it was a more mature bull. We waited and waited hope that he would step out of the brush and give us and opportunity to evaluate him but it seemed as though we would run out of light long before he chose to move. Once again I have to go back to sometime it's better to be lucky than good. The bull finally moved forward up towards the water and it did not take long for Jaco to let me know he was the kind of bull we were looking for. Now just to get a shot, I eased up onto the sticks in a kneeling position but he had now moved back and his vitals were blocked by the only tree between us and the water. Time stood still, my legs started to go numb and light was fading fast when once again the gods smiled down on me and the bull started to move back into the thicket pausing for just a moment quartering away. The crosshairs quickly settled three inches back of the shoulder and the shot range out. At the shot all I could see in the scope was muzzle flash. After the shot I looked up over the scope and all I saw was kudu going everywhere in a massive dust cloud. Jaco quickly asked how did the shot feel? It felt great the crosshairs were solid just back of the should the trigger pull felt good and I heard the bullet hit. Jaco did not want to wait to long as light was fading much to fast. We exited the blind and quickly started making our way toward the place the bull was standing when the shot rang out. Their was no need for worry or concern because even before we got to the point of the shot we could see the bull laying a mere 20 yard from the point of impact. As we loaded the bull into the cruiser Ellias quickly pointed out the location of the bullet just under the skin. This bullet was presented to me the following morning at breakfast and was to be the only one we would recover during our stay. I must say they preformed as advertised and the bullet truly looked like it was straight out of the advertisement. Once again my dad came close but the Kudu stayed one step ahead of them tonight.