4. Klipspringer, Northwest province, July 23, 2012
Not sure how I made a mistake on the timing of my animals, but I did. Probably because it was a long time ago . . .
In any event, I was hunting a Wintershoek property in 2012 called Gamagara, mostly because I wanted a tsessebe, and they had them there. We were not having any luck finding and then getting close to a shootable tsessebe, so decided we needed a change of pace. My PH (the one and only John Tinley) recommended we try for a klipspringer on another Northern Cape Wintershoek property some few hours drive away in a much more mountainous area.
I still wasn’t completely sold on the Tiny Ten at this point, but agreed we needed a change of scenery for a bit, with the chance that our luck would change when we returned.
We drove a couple of hours to this new property and as advertised, it was quite mountainous. At this point I didn’t actually know very much about klipspringers, other than I didn’t have one and I was always interested in new and different animals.
There is only one species of klipspringer, with the Latin name of Oreotragus, having absolutely noting to do with the cookie, but rather meaning “beautiful goat.” It is beautiful, but I don’t think it remotely resembles a goat, in size or appearance. In Afrikaans, the name means “rock jumper” which makes more sense, since the animal lives on rocky hill or mountain sides, and seems to easily jump from rock to rock, rather than simply walking from one to the other.
The klipspringer (or more commonly, “klippie”) has two features which readily distinguish it from any of the other Tiny Ten. Firstly, the fur on its coat. The hairs are hollow rather than solid which give the klippie more insulation in the cold. One downside to this type of hair is that it tends to be more fragile than ‘normal’ hair, and more easily damaged by a high velocity bullet. Secondly, its hooves are not hard but quite soft, allowing it to attach itself more firmly to slick rocks, and it tends to stand and move around on “tip toes” rather than on its entire hoof.
Klippies are about medium size for the Tiny Ten. They range from about 17” to 23” at the shoulder and weigh from about 20-40 lbs. I’ve never seen one which I’d guess was in the 40 lb range, so those must be outliers. Thirty pounds would be more common, I expect. Horns are only found on the male and run from about 3 to 3.5 inches. No real tufts of hair to cover the horns, so they’re fairly easy to estimate.
Hunting klipspringers isn’t terribly difficult - you just go to suitable habitat (along the west coast of southern Africa to the southern tip, and then upwards from about KZN north to the Horn of Africa) and glass. Except . . . they blend in really well with their surroundings and if they’ve spotted you, they tend to freeze. They’re territorial and monogamous, so if you see a female, the male should be reasonably close by. Equally, if you scared the male away, give it time and come back, and it will likely have come back to its normal territory.
We arrived at the property before mid-day and began walking along the bottom of some rocky slopes. It wasn’t long before John spotted what he said was a small group of klippies some 500 yards or so away. We used the cover we had to close the distance to about 150 yards - or so he said. I hadn’t seen them yet. John got me settled between some rocks, sitting down, and pointed me in the right direction. To our mutual frustration, I couldn’t see anything. I finally put the rifle down and picked up the binos.
When I finally spotted the group, I still couldn’t see the male John wanted me to shoot. These antelope do a superb job of blending into their surroundings. The klippie finally moved, and I saw him. Now I had to find him again in my scope. Again, lots of frustration, but I eventually got him in my sights, and took the shot. Down.
We recovered him, guts hanging out, after a very steep walk uphill through some very rocky terrain. You use what you have, but a .300 Win Mag isn’t the best choice for these little guys.
He was a beautiful specimen. I hope his wife remarried.
Oh. FWIW, when we got back to Gamagara, we found a tsessebe and shot him that same afternoon. Change of scenery never hurts.