I should have kept a better journal of the hunt, but I have been piecing together my memories with the pictures and Facebook posts to build the timeline of our hunt. I think I have been pretty accurate as far as dates and event sequencing, but I could be off on some events by as much as a day or a half-day. The actual experiences, though, are described as accurately as I can manage. Day 6 of 13 On the evening prior my dad had spotted some Aoudad / Barbary Sheep running around, and immediately had the PH call back for pricing on them. We have been talking about hunting sheep in Eastern Europe or Asia in the future, so that horn profile has been on his mind. They are native to northern Africa, but apparently are only huntable as introduced species elsewhere. After dinner he and Werner worked out a deal, trading out a couple of animals from my dad’s plains game package for a sheep. We spent the morning of Day 6 trying to scare them up, and even tried a game drive with beaters in the brush. It was a lot of fun to see the stampede of different animals coming out of the brush, with Gemsbok, Zebra, Springbok, Impala, Blue and Black Wildebeest, Red Hartebeest, and Warthogs all running well ahead of the beaters. We also got to spend some time looking at some Lilac-breasted rollers, one of the most vibrant birds I have ever seen. The beaters were able to scare the Aoudad Sheep up during the drive, but they were much wilier than the other animals. All of the other herds ran straight out of the brush several minutes ahead of the beaters, while the Sheep stayed right in front of them and broke out of the brush to the side. The only decent look my dad had at them was as they ran across a road, and he couldn’t take the shot because the beaters were in his backdrop. We scared them up one other time, and weren’t able to get a good look at them. One of the other guys in camp got wind that my dad was trying for an Aoudad, so he wrangled a deal with Werner to try for one also. In the afternoon we hunted a different piece of land for whatever might pop up, but didn’t see anything until late in the day when we found a big herd of Blue Wildebeest. My dad’s uncle was up for one of them, but we lost the light and the brush was too dense to get a good feel for gender or quality. Another highlight of the evening was seeing an Aardvark out and about as we headed back into camp. Once we got to the lodge, we heard that the other hunter had shot his Aoudad Sheep during the afternoon, but after putting two shots in it and setting it up for pictures it had revived and run off. The radio traffic on that one was apparently pretty funny, as no one could understand what was going on and finally a tracker got on the radio and said, “They were petting it, and it ran away!” They had tried to track it all evening with no success, so the mood at dinner was kind of subdued. You don’t like to sit down for the evening knowing that there’s a wounded animal out there. Even though we didn’t take any trophies on this day, the hunting experience and being able to spot so many types of wildlife made it one of the better days of the trip.