Day 8
Today the goal was Klipspringer and Alan has had success calling them. We started just as the sun got high enough to warm the air and at our second set up we had two Klipspringer come to the call, they stood behind a bit of bush at about 200 yards and we struggled to identify the male. Finally after about ten minutes they had enough and off they went. Its quite exciting to call them in as when they come running it is a site. Alan uses a mouth blown varmint call and the sound is very similar to the call the pygmies made when I hunted Duiker in the forest.
We went through to about 1:30 calling in a couple more but unable to get a shot. Back to the lodge for a quick lunch and back at it at 3. We hit several locations in the afternoon with no success - never saw any Klippy's. I told Grant you have to leave something for when you come back. He's determined to get a Klipspringer someday and I'm sure he will.
It was a great week and a half with my son, one on one. Between three siblings, business and high school we rarely have the time to truly talk. We had countless discussions about life, his future, hunting, faith and so much more. As I've said many times before, the hunt is simply a catalyst for the memories that are made. I will always cherish this time with him and look forward to the next campfire, wherever it may be.
In closing, I want to thank Shawn, Alan and Kendall Bird as they took great care of us and treated us like family. Also to Hermann Scheepes for guiding me to a trophy that I am still in shock I was able to collect - The Rare Orange Nyala Bull. Also for sharing his new concession with us and helping Grant take two exceptional trophies.