Post by boxhead on Jun 30, 2012 10:54:48 GMT -5
The boy's weren't the only ones to hunt. I was after nyala, bushbuck and a big warthog if we could find one. The latter, I learned, being one of the more difficult to achieve. Andrew and I spent a few days working on the nyala and bushbuck and finally scored on both on the same day. I don't believe I have ever glassed as much as I did on this trip. These both taken with the 358 Win.
On the last afternoon of the trip PH Martin, youngest son Tony and I went after warthog walking the river bottoms. A long but very scenic hike had us in a half mile or so when we came upon a few hogs that were being yelled at by the baboons. Nothing big but plenty of holes in the soft soil where they lived. Martin suggested we continue on to another similar area another half mile or so further. There we found a small group of five, a sow and some youngsters. As we are glassing from 400 yards or so Martin whispers, "There he is, look above them". Bingo. A stalk to within 210 yards, set up the sticks and a pull of the 358's trigger.
I won't write about the walk back in the dark...
Here are some photos of the lodge and areas hunted. We really need to go back as Andrew's operation is exactly not what most think Eastern Cape hunting is. Fine fair chase hunting at its best.
Oh, and I cannot leave out the great meals Andrew's dear wife prepared (killer soups!) and the grilling done by Clint, Martin and Andrew. The night of kudu and wildebeest tenderloin cut the day before from my son's animals was more than tasty.
The only downer of the hunt was my wife meeting up with a dog that, well, she didn't like much.
On the last afternoon of the trip PH Martin, youngest son Tony and I went after warthog walking the river bottoms. A long but very scenic hike had us in a half mile or so when we came upon a few hogs that were being yelled at by the baboons. Nothing big but plenty of holes in the soft soil where they lived. Martin suggested we continue on to another similar area another half mile or so further. There we found a small group of five, a sow and some youngsters. As we are glassing from 400 yards or so Martin whispers, "There he is, look above them". Bingo. A stalk to within 210 yards, set up the sticks and a pull of the 358's trigger.
I won't write about the walk back in the dark...
Here are some photos of the lodge and areas hunted. We really need to go back as Andrew's operation is exactly not what most think Eastern Cape hunting is. Fine fair chase hunting at its best.
Oh, and I cannot leave out the great meals Andrew's dear wife prepared (killer soups!) and the grilling done by Clint, Martin and Andrew. The night of kudu and wildebeest tenderloin cut the day before from my son's animals was more than tasty.
The only downer of the hunt was my wife meeting up with a dog that, well, she didn't like much.
