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With the springboks covered in a tarp in back of the land cruiser, we went in search of my other glory trophy. Lechwe. . . Lechwe live on these open plains then tuck away into the brushy bottoms with the pigs and the kudu and sables.
Wik kicked some dust in the road. The wind was in our face and blowing softly down the valley we were in. So we parked the rig and started walking into that lovely evening breeze. We jumped a female steenbok and Wik commented that a ram should be nearby. Within a hundred yards we bumped the ram and watched him race off through the yellow grass. He made it to the horizon of the rolling hill that formed our valley, then abruptly he laid down.
We walked in his direction and at about 100 yards Wik could see his black horns in the grass. Though my scope I could see the horns, and his ears sticking out conspicuously. We advanced to 70 yards. The sticks went up-wik had seen his ears change and knew he was thinking of escaping for real. We couldn’t see his body in the grass but figured where his neck must be and where it’s base would be. I aimed for the unseen spot four inches under his chin and sent a bullet spinning. The 165 flipped him over backwards-dead and done.
The exit wound where it caught his shoulder was a mess. Good thing I can be creative and know a good taxidermist!
This is another of the alternative animals I wanted. Wouldn’t go looking for one, but when one gave us a chance, we made the most of it. They aren’t big but very fascinating!
Wik kicked some dust in the road. The wind was in our face and blowing softly down the valley we were in. So we parked the rig and started walking into that lovely evening breeze. We jumped a female steenbok and Wik commented that a ram should be nearby. Within a hundred yards we bumped the ram and watched him race off through the yellow grass. He made it to the horizon of the rolling hill that formed our valley, then abruptly he laid down.
We walked in his direction and at about 100 yards Wik could see his black horns in the grass. Though my scope I could see the horns, and his ears sticking out conspicuously. We advanced to 70 yards. The sticks went up-wik had seen his ears change and knew he was thinking of escaping for real. We couldn’t see his body in the grass but figured where his neck must be and where it’s base would be. I aimed for the unseen spot four inches under his chin and sent a bullet spinning. The 165 flipped him over backwards-dead and done.
The exit wound where it caught his shoulder was a mess. Good thing I can be creative and know a good taxidermist!
This is another of the alternative animals I wanted. Wouldn’t go looking for one, but when one gave us a chance, we made the most of it. They aren’t big but very fascinating!
