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Wait till you get to your hunting lodge/room. You’ll think you died and went to heaven. They know how to cater to American hunters and their families!
Long flight from Atlanta to Joburg. I hope
You got Some extra legroom seats!
I’m short so legroom is wasted on me.
I honestly can’t tell the difference between First Class and economy as far as legroom.
 

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Been hunting hard for a very good water bok we've seen a couple of times. Hiked 8 miles yesterday with 2000 foot of elevation gain one blown stalk on our part another when we crept into a herd of Cape Buffaloe. That got exciting. Today we passed on three bulls trying to get in on the bull waterbok we've been after. End of the day we were headed back to the truck. Still a mile out when we bump into a herd of Wildebeest
Ph says that one out front is the one I told you about, look how far past his ears and he curls back. Last group missed him twice. I hope someone gets him this year, he'll score very well. The herd was about fifty animals. They were milling around some but he separated out to the right. Ok I say, picking up the 300 H&H. We were sitting in a rock pile on the ridge top. I shuffled into kneeling position, the trigger broke, the 180 Accubonds covered 200 yards delivering a good high shoulder shot. He kicked once after dropping right there.
 

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Missed a Gemsbok bull but did manage to take a cow.
Been hunting them for three days and had about six busted stalks. There was one really skittish cow and two zebra running with the herd that kept busting us.
 

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Got him! Well it took three days, granted, picked up a Lechwe and wildebeest in the process as well as mixing it up with Cape buffalo on a couple of occasions. This has been a great adventure.
Monday morning started mostly clear with a hint of fall in the air. The trackers have typically been older guys, this kid is 19, has great eyes, fantastic actually. He hops in the Hilex, morning Bwana he says with a grin.
It's a good day to hunt.
Driving, PH Mark and I agree to make a play for mister big, if we can't come up with him we'll look for another. En route to our A/O we see a couple of likely candidates. I've always been content with taking a good mature representation of the species, this is driving me nuts.
We park at what is now a familiar spot a mile from where we have seen our bull. We ready ourselves to be gone for 1/2 day then pop over the ridge concealing our arrival. Spotting scope reveals our bull and his ladies are on their home turf.
Between us are literally 8 varieties of game including waterbok and Cape buffalo. We leave the tracker to watch, let us know if our target leaves the open, going into the thick stuff. We hustle over the broken ground keeping to the back side of a ridge. We have a short steep climb to our ambush point above the bulls lair. The radio crackles in Zulu. They are leaving. We move hard to the top. We hit the top peering around an Acadia tree. I'm getting my breathing, mark sets the sticks I take a big gulp, I can see him down the hilll. There is so little time, as I settle the #1 on the sticks a couple of cows disappear into the thick stuff. Mark says 262 in my ear, I hold high on his shoulder, as the near leg moves I move the rifle slightly with him and tap the trigger. I hear the wack, you hit him good says Mark. He didn't go far, a short dash to his left that brought him out to an open spot. 0830 hours.
He green scores a little over 70 inches, the record book minimum is 67.
It's nice to have a recovery crew. After getting him out we spent the rest of the day looking for exceptional Impala and Springbok. We will keep looking.
 

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Got him! Well it took three days, granted, picked up a Lechwe and wildebeest in the process as well as mixing it up with Cape buffalo on a couple of occasions. This has been a great adventure.
Monday morning started mostly clear with a hint of fall in the air. The trackers have typically been older guys, this kid is 19, has great eyes, fantastic actually. He hops in the Hilex, morning Bwana he says with a grin.
It's a good day to hunt.
Driving, PH Mark and I agree to make a play for mister big, if we can't come up with him we'll look for another. En route to our A/O we see a couple of likely candidates. I've always been content with taking a good mature representation of the species, this is driving me nuts.
We park at what is now a familiar spot a mile from where we have seen our bull. We ready ourselves to be gone for 1/2 day then pop over the ridge concealing our arrival. Spotting scope reveals our bull and his ladies are on their home turf.
Between us are literally 8 varieties of game including waterbok and Cape buffalo. We leave the tracker to watch, let us know if our target leaves the open, going into the thick stuff. We hustle over the broken ground keeping to the back side of a ridge. We have a short steep climb to our ambush point above the bulls lair. The radio crackles in Zulu. They are leaving. We move hard to the top. We hit the top peering around an Acadia tree. I'm getting my breathing, mark sets the sticks I take a big gulp, I can see him down the hilll. There is so little time, as I settle the #1 on the sticks a couple of cows disappear into the thick stuff. Mark says 262 in my ear, I hold high on his shoulder, as the near leg moves I move the rifle slightly with him and tap the trigger. I hear the wack, you hit him good says Mark. He didn't go far, a short dash to his left that brought him out to an open spot. 0830 hours.
He green scores a little over 70 inches, the record book minimum is 67.
It's nice to have a recovery crew. After getting him out we spent the rest of the day looking for exceptional Impala and Springbok. We will keep looking.
Outstanding trophy!
Congratulations, Don. You earned it.

Vince
 
Today, Tuesday was anticlimactic. At dinner last night one of the PH told my PH about a herd of 12 or so Gemsbok he had seen. This morning we drove into the area and instead of driving the road decided to take a walk around a big basin, on x showed it to be a 4 mile loop, we should find something. 10 seconds later we see the Gemsbok, about 700 yards to our east. With sufficient cover we quickly closed to 300 but we had been spotted. It took a little bit to sort out a bull and then make sure we were looking at the same animal. I hit him hard, down he went with legs kicking. Then he was up, angled down the hill toward us. I missed a shot then dropped my next round in the dirt grabbed another round and folded him.not my best shooting.
 

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