Day 10
The semaglutide induced hiccups, backwashing, and esophagus seizers are finally gone. I was getting close to surrendering and going back to town to hang out at a hotel. But woke up this morning and felt great.
During the night every single animals species in Zimbabwe came to camp, at least that's what it sounded like. It was incredible. Elephants trumpeting, lions roaring, a leopard went thru camp again, hippos snorting just below my tent, impala rutting and all kinds of animals I didn't recognize- probably monkeys, and baboons, and birds. I slept great but every time I woke up there was a concert of game.
Breakfast time came, I ate a full breakfast for the first time since being there. Then we headed out primarily looking for big Kudu and big Warthogs.
We drove the sand roads until we found a promising track. We'd disembark and follow it. Did that quite a few times. Tracked about 5,000 yards in total. Saw lots of warthogs but none with big tusks. Eventually we stumbled across a big Kudu track and tracked him for a while, he was with a bunch of females. Then we came across a big warthog track so we turned and tracked it. He ended up getting into the super crunchy leaves. Realizing he'd always know we were there we quit that tracking session and got back on the Kudu track.
At some point one of the trackers spotted him in thick bush. He was a big bull so I got up on the sticks waiting for a relatively clear shot. He must not have seen us because he actually walked toward us and in the process moved into a small clearing in the bush giving me a quartering shot which I took.
He was a little over 55 inches which is an excellent size for the Zambezi valley and his horns spread wide which I really like.
I'm getting an affection for the 375. Nothing will ever beat the double but the 375 is doing an excellent job on dropping the animals. It's definitely a hammer.
On the way back Creighton spotted a Grysbok. How these guys can spot these tiny animals in the dense Jesse as we are flying along is beyond my understanding, and ability. I couldn't even see it when we stopped, dismounted and went to look at it to see if it was a male or a female. For me it was like trying to look for a specific grain of sand on a beach. And he spotted it on the fly. Amazing. It ended up being a female.
We headed back to camp for lunch and a nap. In the afternoon we continued our search for a big Warthog or a Grysbok. That night Buzz decided to boat us over to an island, bring a grill, and have dinner in the moonlight on the island. Buzz cooked up some Buffalo steaks, chips (french fries) and a salad. We had a blast out there. Stars came out and it was really something special.
In the morning we are getting up extra early to hunt for Warthogs.