Day 2: I met Wicks in the main lodge at 05.30 for a cup of tea and a rusk. I noted plenty of cloud cover which, in February, is a blessing for any foot hunt out here. We collected Mike the tracker from his home on the property just a few hundred yards away. I think it is import to point out how well the Coetzee family look after all of their staff. They have provided really nice, sizeable, detached properties with electricity and running water. This, combined with the fact that the staff are treated with respect makes them feel valued which in turn makes for a happy working environment for all. Always lots of "good mornings", "well done sir" and hand shaking. Really nice. So off we trundled in the Toyota, along an unmade track, again gaining height until we stopped some half a mile from the edge of huge escarpment. We decamped and walked slowly towards our first vantage point passing a small group of 5 quality Eland bulls and bumping a young Duiker. After a few minutes we reached the edge and Wicks proceeded to glass the opposite hillside whilst I, in all honesty, just stood and starred at the stunning green hills rolling away towards the horizon. Frequently these hills have one steep side and one which is sheer vertical cliff face; quite different my normal experiences plains game hunting in SA. After a couple of changes in position along the edge we finally located a very large Eastern Cape Kudu bull standing in the shade, pretty much broadside but well hidden in the shade of a tree. The target was some 340 metres away. The shot was taken from the sticks but unfortunately the 139 grain SST flew slightly high. Normally I should have been fine with this shot but I think I was still feeling pretty roughed up from all of the flying. Its a good point to note that on these trips you often feel pretty wiped out on the second day, adrenaline and high spirits having carried you through the first! In any case, it was a clean miss so I was thankful for that and let the bull wander off into the bush. We tried a few more spots up until about 10am and by 10.45 we were back at the lodge wading into a hearty breakfast. We did indeed see plenty of Kudu bulls, Nyala and other assorted game. A lot were genuinely good takers, fine trophies, but I was after old boys, a luxury after numerous visits to the dark continent.