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Hunting Dangerous Game
Clint is planning on speaking about the “Big Five.” He will incorporate details of the clients, the weather, etc. during the
seminar. He will visit previous hunts when the clients simply walked into the African bush and bagged their trophies and he will discuss hunts like these:DATES AND TIMES OF SEMINARS COMING SOON..
The Leopard Blind-
The baits had been hung and the blind had been carefully constructed. All the client needed to do was shoot straight. The sky was glowing as the sun made its way behind the mountains. Suddenly the big cat appeared. It was the big male we had tracked for days. The sun was setting fast and I knew we didn’t have much time to safely hunt this leopard. As the client shouldered his gun the leopard suddenly stood up and took notice of something to the right of our blind. Did he see the client’s barrel through the grass? Did the scope’s lenses reflect light and spook him? We sat still as the leopard paced back and forth on the branch, never giving a clean shot. What had this big cat so upset? Then the grass on the blind began to rustle. Was it those damn baboons who have to investigate everything? As my attention turned to the grass, the leopard leaped from the tree and disappeared. I leaned across the client and pushed the barrel of my rifle through the grass to try and determine what was outside of the blind. As the grass cleared away, I realized I was looking straight into the leg of an……………(hear the rest at the seminar)
The Blood Trail-
As the client’s rifle thundered, I realized he had made a bad shot on the buffalo. As the herd scattered it was impossible to distinguish our buffalo from the rest of the herd. Once the dust settled I gathered the trackers and explained the situation to them. The look of disgust and fear is a strange combination on the face of an African game tracker. In a matter of minutes my trackers had picked up the spoor and we were on the trail of one of, if not the most dangerous hoofed animal in all the world. We followed the blood through the bush and the grass quickly turned to river bottom brush that was so thick and heavy it was almost impenetrable. How did an 800 kg buffalo disappear into this brush and leave only hoof prints and blood spoor? This is no place to be crawling through looking for a wounded cape buffalo! As the brush grew even thicker, I motioned to the client to stand back, ready his rifle and cover me as cleared back some heavy brush with my gun barrel. As the barrel of my Remington 416 cleared a small opening for me to peak through I noticed movement to my left. I snapped to attention, with rifle at the ready. Looking through my scope all I could see was black…(find out who wins in Buffalo, New York)
Hippopotamus Amphibius-
The African sun can take its toll on a safari. Clients dehydrate, become irritable and loose focus on our goal. We had spotted a pod of good hippos in the river and had been carefully watching them, looking for a good trophy. Number one rule when hunting near water…..stay away from the banks! If a crock doesn’t get you a hippo just might. We watched as the females and their young strolled through the cool water. It was a perfect day to take refuge on the river bank under the shade of a big tree. The only noise was the sound of running water and the birds who stopped by for a drink. All of the sudden the river exploded and as if Moses had parted the Red Sea the river opened up and the big bull we had been looking for decided we had gotten too close and he didn’t like it!
His jaws opened wide, exposing his 12 ivory teeth and tusks he intended on showing us up close and personal. He sounded like a steam train as he roared up the bank. He was 12 yards away and was closing in fast. He had no intention of being the prey this day………………..
Damn Poachers-
The game department had contacted me and advised me that there was a rouge elephant damaging farmers’ crops and fences. My clients had just left camp and my next group wasn’t due in for several days. I gathered my game scout and gear and headed out to find the elephant. It wasn’t hard finding the tracks of a 3000kg animal. In the dry African dust, we could see there was something wrong with her tracks. She favored one side and her tracks were not evenly spaced. Did she have barbed wire tangled around her feet? Was this the cause of her aggressiveness? We followed her tracks for a short while and decided we would try to cut her off before she hit the next village. We quietly hid in the bush hoping she would head this way. My scout poked me and informed me that he had heard something. There she was! But something was wrong. I watched as she limped through the bush. As she got closer I could see the cause of her pain. Her legs were speckled with wounds from poachers’ bullets. Her legs were seeping puss and covered with flies. No wonder this poor animal was destroying everything in her path. She was in excruciating pain and slowly dying. As I watched this proud animal limp her way into a clearing, my heart broke as I saw the pain in her eyes. Suddenly the wind shifted and she smelled us! She pinned back her ears, rolled up her trunk and turned to charge. I didn’t have a shot and she was only 20 yards away. Like a giant bull dozer she cleared brush, knocked over trees and anything else that got in her way. I quickly looked back to my game scout and realized I was all alone. The only remnants of Ali ever being there was his green bush hat and the AK 47 he left lying in the grass. He had evaporated! I turned back to the elephant and realized she had cleared a shooting lane for me. I raised my 450 Rigby, clicked off the safety, pulled the trigger all with one fluid motion. The big gun thundered as the 500 grain bullet………………..(Come to the Expo and hear the rest)| < Prev | Next > |
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