The final hunt. I guess it was bound to happen eventually. I would take a shot on an animal, have it run off, and not be able to find it. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
I had never had any interest in hunting a Golden Wildebeest but when we spotted one whose stripes were darker then average we both agreed we should take it.
This morning was that hunt. After looking over a couple of herds we identified the one.
I sent a 375 H&H DGX and heard the distinctive “whop”. The wildebeest buckled then recovered and took off with the herd.
Over the next few hours we tracked the heard trying to determine if it was still with them or had turned off somewhere.
That proved fruitless so we started driving the track, locating wildebeest herds and glassing them for mine. Probably an hour or longer of that. No joy.
We did finally spot a lone bull that quite likely was the one I shot, but before we could stop the truck to glass him he was gone at full speed.
At noon it wasn’t looking good. The land owner recommended we call in a helicopter, convincing me we’d have a high probability of success.
Finished lunch and headed to the tent for a nap. An hour and a half later I could the sound of the helicopter.
We got to the helipad and watched @HENRY GRIFFITHS SAFARIS
climb in with his iron sighted 375. The bird lifted off with Henry looking like a commando (he was loving this).
They swung around and headed out in search of the golden wildebeest. My fiancé and I sought out some shade.
In the time it’s taking me to write this a call came in on the radio that they had found him. Would I be able to get to him and take a shot? No. He was fully energized and running hard.
I cleared Henry to shoot from the helicopter which he did breaking one front leg. Now I had a chance.
The helicopter directed us to the location. After a few times eluding me behind bushes I finally had the opportunity. He faced me head on and I left a round fly. Dumped him right there.
The helicopter landed, Henry hoped off, and we headed to the wildebeest who was this time quite dead.
I took a look at my first shot. Had it been just and inch or so higher and it would have spined him. An inch or so lower and it would have caught the lungs. The shot was a through and through with blood running down both sides of his body.
Glad I opted for the chopper and glad we got him so his suffering was minimal.