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    African Arrow Safaris Hunt Recap

    I hope y'all will bear with me on this. This was the trip of a lifetime for me and I wrote daily, so my recollection of the 11 day hunt is wordy.

    Like most avid hunters, Africa has always been a dream destination for me. I grew up reading the thrilling tales of Peter Capstick, Bob Ruark and J.A. Hunter among others, and had always dreamed of stalking the wild plains of Africa hunting buffalo, rhino, lion, leopard and elephant. Unfortunately, the opportunity to do this type of hunting is all but gone due to misguided politics and poaching, particularly in the case of the elephant and rhino, both of which have highly sought after tusks and horns which are sold on the black market for millions of dollars annually. In places where hunting is made illegal, there is no monetary incentive for landowners or local natives to keep these animals alive. A lion or leopard is no longer an asset that can bring tens of thousands of dollars, but something that may kill their livestock or even their family. Plains game is killed indiscriminately for meat or sold for pennies on the dollar. Money from legal hunting that goes towards anti-poaching units is no longer available and poaching runs rampant. But enough of that, I’m likely preaching to the choir.

    For the last 15 years, I have hunted almost exclusively with a bow. With that in mind, I was very intent on finding an outfitter who caters specifically to bowhunters and who is a bowhunter himself. Through the power of the internet, I found many recommendations for African Arrow Safaris and Harry Nel, who has access to more than 110,000 acres in the Limpopo River Valley of South Africa. After reaching out via email, speaking with him on the phone and meeting at the Dallas Safari Club convention, I put a deposit down for my wife and me with two of our great friends, a couple from Oklahoma Spencer and Alison Grogan. We get along incredibly well with the Grogans and they are passionate bowhunters, so we felt good about a group trip.

    My wife Erin and I had this trip in mind when we married 5 years ago. It was actually on our honeymoon that she suggested we save for a 5 year anniversary trip to Africa. I married well! 3 years passed when we really began to get serious about booking this trip, and everything came together nicely. We decided on a list of our desired animals, Erin’s main target being a sable while I was after the “spiral slam”, which consists of a kudu, nyala, eland and bushbuck.

    November 9th, 2015 our first son was born, Brooks Michael Webb. Although Africa weighed heavy on our minds, we had a new treasure to keep us occupied. When the last few months before Africa started counting down, we rushed to gather all the necessary equipment. We both shot our bows nearly every day leading up to the trip, and I was practicing out to 60 yards in anticipation of some spot and stalk opportunities.

    I had arrows built specifically for the larger animals we would be hunting on this trip by a gentleman named Chris at Valhalla Bow Works. He is a proponent of heavy front of center arrow design, meaning the balance point on an arrow is more towards the business end than the middle. This results in higher momentum and better penetration, something I struggle with because of a 26” draw length. With a 90 grain brass insert, he was able to build a 450 grain arrow with 19.4% FOC for me and a 410 grain arrow with 20.2% FOC for Erin. For broadheads, I took both Slick Trick Magnums and the new Rage Hypodermic +P, which are designed for lower kinetic energy bows and have a 1.5” cutting diameter rather than the standard 2”. I was looking forward to the opportunity to field test both of these setups.

    We arrived at OR Tambo airport in Johannesburg, South Africa mid-morning on June 11th, 2016. The Grogans were scheduled to arrive later that evening, so we settled in to the Intercontinental Hotel across the street and got some much needed R&R after a long day and a half of travel. Watching the sun set from the hotel balcony, I couldn’t wait to begin my lifelong dream of hunting Africa.

    Later that evening, our friends arrived and Garry Pretorius, who is Harry Nel’s right hand man, retrieved us from the hotel lobby. The four of us were giddy with excitement for what was to come. We arrived past midnight, checked out the fantastic lodge and after a quick cocktail, settled in for a short night’s sleep. I was astonished to see the very unique designs of the lodge, including what I later learned was an ironwood tree coming out of the wall of our bedroom. This is very similar to the mesquite tree which is so prevalent in Texas. There was even an outdoor shower which was incredibly enjoyable in the brisk fall mornings of South Africa.

    The next morning I shot out of bed at the sound of my alarm, showered, dressed and walked outside to see Harry, Garry, Mechiel and Johan, our four P.H.’s. I would be hunting with Harry, and we got caught up over a light continental breakfast. I decided on a small cup of tea, I didn’t need any coffee this morning. We got our fill and went out to the range to make sure our sights hadn’t shifted on the flight. I’m not sure there is anything more nerve racking than four professional hunters watching you shoot, but those same nerves have a habit of creeping up on you when you’re drawing back on the animal of a lifetime, so it’s good practice.

    From the lodge, we split into two trucks and went to one of Harry’s properties to spot and stalk. A cold front had blown in, and although this Texas deer hunter thought the conditions were perfect, I was quickly informed that cold, overcast and windy weather was TERRIBLE for hunting South Africa! I noticed Harry was walking with a limp, which I asked him about. He had been gored by a gemsbok the previous Wednesday(four days prior), missing his femoral artery by fractions of an inch. I would have understood completely if he was unable to hunt with me, but as I came to understand about Harry, that would have been out of character for him.

    We saw lots of game driving, including 2 kudu bulls. As would happen again and again on this trip, I was very impressed with the trophy quality and when I would prod Harry to confirm, he just smiled and said “they’re okay.” We began our walk, quartering into the wind. Harry asked how far I was comfortable shooting, which is 50 yards on larger game. The wind and cloud cover made for good spot and stalk conditions, and we quickly came upon a small group of young sable. We glassed them for a few minutes and worked around them, going by unnoticed. A few minutes later we spotted a nice nyala bull at 100 yards. In my opinion, the nyala is the most handsome trophy in South Africa and it was my number one target. We stalked closer and came to within 55 yards of what turned out to be a group of 3 nyala bulls. I was incredibly excited, we were closing the distance on my top animal the first morning of our hunt and it was looking like it may happen via spot and stalk!

    Unfortunately, a group of 20 blesbok were between us and the bulls so we either had to wait and see what they would do and risk getting busted, or backtrack and work around the blesbok to get to the nyala. Of course, I suggested we work around and after getting by the blesbok we quickly learned that the nyala had fed to within 10 yards of where we originally sat in ambush. So it goes!

    We continued walking and busted a really big sable bull bedded down behind a fallen tree. I learned about various plants and animals we ran across, including the “go away bird” which warns animals of impending danger. As Harry said, the go away bird has saved millions of animals in Africa.

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    great read!

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      #3
      The afternoon saw us on the same property as we settled into a sunken blind close to where we saw the nyala and blesbok that morning. These blinds were very well designed. The door included a vertical shooting window, and on each side of the door there are small windows with a reflective film on the outside. The floors are carpeted and the ceilings high, which reduce and dissipate noise and keeps the blind from getting too hot in the afternoons. It was still very windy, and Harry mentioned that it could reduce activity near the waterholes.

      It didn’t take long before we had a herd of impala, including a decent ram, come in from downwind. They were nervous and stayed well out of range. As they began to move off, Harry and I passed the time quietly talking, reading, or messing around on our phones. I asked at least ten thousand questions over the course of our eleven day hunt, but Harry enthusiastically answered each of them and I am truly grateful for that. Suddenly, I looked up and we had a nyala bull feeding on one of the alfalfa bales in front of us. He had come in from our blind spot, so I was completely caught off-guard. Harry said he was a good bull, about a 7/10, so we watched him. 10 minutes later, the blesbok herd from earlier started making their way towards our blind, and behind them was another nyala bull. As he made his way closer, Harry was glassing him and said “shoot the first bull.” I was confused, but in that situation there wasn’t much room for discussion and I trusted my P.H. I grabbed my bow which was hanging from a nail in the back of the blind and hooked my release on the draw loop. At 23 yards, he opened up his front leg exposing the vitals and Harry said “okay”. I drew, squeezed the trigger on my release and the arrow was on its way. The rage head hit a little low from where I was aiming, but the bull stumbled 20 yards and died in sight, hit in the heart. I was in disbelief!

      We got out of the blind and retrieved my first African animal, an old nyala bull. I was surprised how big they are compared to a South Texas whitetail. Harry congratulated me and then took the time to let me know why he changed his mind. He originally judged my bull as a “7”, but when the other bull made his way in and Harry compared the two, he realized the first nyala was more like an 8.5-9. He has a unique horn shape which also made it difficult to judge, with his right side belled out and his left more straight up.

      That night, Sunday, Harry’s parents Coen and Henriette came to dinner and we ate a traditional South African meal, which like every meal they prepared, was delicious! The best comparison for Americans is a sloppy joe, but in this case the meat was eland. Biscuits were handmade, deep fried and delicious, made similarly to a doughnut. The tradition is that the family gets together and each brings a different ingredient, then they make large quantities for everyone to eat and take some home. We did this twice while we were there, and everyone really enjoyed the tradition.

      Campfires and the people you are with are as important to a hunting experience as anything else, this holds true for South Texas and South Africa both. In this case, the company was exceptional.

      [ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=igcTrdDl4rA"]African Arrow Safaris - Nyala - YouTube[/ame]

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        Day two was cold and rainy, and I could tell the PH’s were discouraged by the weather. Harry and I went to an enclosed, elevated blind called Knoppiesdoring. We drove up to several nyala bulls which were posing and fighting, as well as kudu and waterbuck which scattered as we got out of the truck. With lots of water on the ground, the activity was pretty slow and we called it quits without seeing a shooter.

        After a quick lunch back at the lodge, we went out for the afternoon hunt. The plan was to spot and stalk again, and with the wet and windy conditions we had a slight advantage. It didn’t take long for us to find a group of kudu bulls slowly feeding through the trees. There was a young bull closest to us, with two or three other mature bulls behind him but hidden by thick brush. We walked alongside this young bull, losing track of his big brothers, but assuming they were still together and that they had moved further upwind. The young bull started moving in a direction that would eventually put him downwind of us, so we picked up the pace to try to get around him. We had been within 40 yards multiple times, still searching for the shooter bulls we had seen earlier. Suddenly, the wind shifted just enough and he winded us, our hunt was over. The rest of the bulls somehow ended up behind us, having backtracked and switching positions with the young bull. We continued walking and ran across some bushpigs, a mostly nocturnal animal that is rarely seen. The sun set on another amazing African day, and I was excited by what was to come.

        The next day we awoke to clear skies, although it was fairly windy. Our blind was a very tall platform overlooking a large waterhole, and you could see for hundreds of yards in all directions. We had several waterbuck cows and a mature bull show up, not quite a shooter. Suddenly a really nice bull approached from a different direction, and the mature bull in front of us took off running straight for this newcomer. The bigger horned bull immediately retreated, apparently not interested in a fight that day.

        As we listened to the doves, sand grouse and Egyptian geese feeding and watering below us, Harry got my attention and said to quickly grab my bow. I moved as quietly as possible, taking it off the hook and moving into position with as much pace as possible. As I peered over the edge of the blind, I saw a huge warthog coming to water below us. He was directly downwind, but perhaps our scent was blowing over the top of him. As I moved to draw, he either caught movement or our scent, but took off like a bolt of lightning. I was really disappointed as I knew I could have moved more slowly, and I know better than to make sudden movements when you’re in close proximity to animals. Harry explained that these big warthogs don’t wait around very long, and when you get an opportunity you have to act swiftly.

        We came in for lunch around 2PM, and I was happy to learn that Erin had killed a big kudu. Spencer also took a huge waterbuck, so our luck was starting to turn with the improved weather. That afternoon, we were back in Knoppiesdoring. As we drove in, we saw a dozen or more eland cows and young bulls leaving the water hole, as well as a couple zebra. I was optimistic as we climbed into the stand. I nocked an arrow, this time a Slick Trick Mag with the anticipation of an eland bull coming in. Slowly, the animals started to filter back in and feed on the alfalfa we’d scattered in front of the blind. The herd of eland, a nice waterbuck and a pair of wildebeest all made themselves at home. A family of warthogs came in and I laughed as two piglets that couldn’t have weighed more than 10 lbs pushed a 1,000 lb eland off a bushel of alfalfa.

        From the north, I heard a noise that sounded like horses walking on concrete. I looked at Harry and he quietly said “bull eland”. I later learned that bull eland have overlapping hooves, which click together as they walk. They eventually made their way into the area and both were incredible animals. Harry asked if I preferred a larger tuft and shorter horns or shorter tuft and longer horns. I said longer horns but quickly changed my mind as I studied the two bulls. One was obviously more mature than the other, and although he had shorter horns his blue coat, long tuft and massive dewlap made the decision easy. I had an easy broadside shot at 15 yards, drew and was waiting for Harry to give me the okay. He was having trouble getting the video camera to focus, and the bull began to move off. I let down, and he ran some cows around at 30-40 yards. I had a quartering to shot at 35-40, but wasn’t comfortable with the angle. Then he was gone! They don’t get that big by being stupid.

        I was discouraged but hoped they would eventually make their way back in. A few minutes later, I saw stripes. ZEBRA! Four stallions were standing at 75 yards, watching and waiting. All week long we’d been told that the zebra is probably the most difficult species to hunt in South Africa. They’re incredibly smart and will generally get downwind of the water holes before coming in.

        Having completely forgotten about the eland, my heart began to pound. The lead stallion was a stud in every sense. He would move 5 yards at a time, his 3 companions moving only when he did. It took him 30 minutes to move 10 yards, but eventually he started making his way into shooting range. At 27 yards, he gave me a good opportunity. I drew, lined up my pin and realized my top cam was hitting a crossbeam in the blind. I spread my legs apart and moved slightly forward, and now the bottom cam was hitting my chair! The stallion eventually got pushed out by an eland cow, which gave me the opportunity to let down and allow the intense pounding of my heart to settle somewhat. The zebra circled around and was roughly broadside at 35 yards. I had two eland to shoot over, one of which had horns moving back and forth over the zebra’s vitals. Once I was comfortable, I drew and bracketed my 30 and 40 yard pins on the little black and white triangle on his shoulder. I squeezed and the arrow was on its way, seemingly in slow motion. The slick trick entered about two inches behind my target, burying in the shoulder crease up to the fletching. Harry and I liked the shot, but we watched the video a few times to be sure.

        We got down from the stand, and I was excited to watch Harry track. African Arrows is one of the only outfitters in South Africa who doesn’t use native trackers. I later learned that Harry has won multiple tracking contests and a local author even wrote an article about him, giving him the moniker “White Bushman”.

        If there was any, the blood was minimal but Harry was walking along like he was late for an engagement. We did a 100 yard half circle and came back to the road, where we saw a zebra walking 50 yards from us. Behind him was another, and another. I was desperately hoping not to see a fourth zebra, and he never came. Soon after, we heard the sound of hooves kicking dirt and knew he was down for the count. I was amazed at Harry’s ability to track, especially in a case where there is no blood and a herd of animals. Later, he would tell me that it’s more important to follow tracks than blood because the blood will eventually stop or you may not have much to work with in the first place.

        We walked up to this gorgeous stallion and I was again surprised at how big they are. We could hardly move him for pictures! My arrow went completely through the body cavity, the broadhead lodged in his skin on the other side. With one of the most beautiful trophies in Africa in hand, I was really proud of him and my ability to make that shot under pressure. It seemed to give me the confidence I needed throughout the rest of the hunt to execute my shot regardless of the situation, and as it turns out, I would need it!

        [ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oaSOwr3w6y4"]African Arrow Safaris - Zebra - YouTube[/ame]

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          #5
          great write up, in for the rest of the hunts.

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            #6
            This is good stuff

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              #7
              Awesome!

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                #8
                We woke up on June 15th to another windy morning, and to make matters worse the wind was shifting, predominantly in a direction that is bad for 95% of the blinds. After a slow morning, Harry was racking his brain trying to come up with an idea that was outside the box. He said that he had a blind that hasn’t been hunted in a long time, but the inside had been torn up by baboons. To me it sounded perfect, I’m a sucker for unconventional thinking.

                Driving up to this stand, I was really excited by the look of the area. With bigger trees, thicker brush and tall grass it just seemed like the kind of honeyhole that would produce a mature animal. We sat all afternoon, but with the wind continuing to blow in every direction we saw little more than a steenbok and some doves. A few minutes before dark, we heard a herd of wildebeest making their way to the water. One by one they filtered in, and Harry told me to grab my bow and once I’ve drawn, get close to the window to allow for as much light as possible. As each second passed, I was worrying that it was getting too late, but finally the last wildebeest showed himself and as is most always the case, he was the biggest of the bunch. I turned on my rheostat sight light and drew my bow, easing closer to the window. I could see both front legs were parallel so he was broadside, went straight up the leg to the midway point and squeezed the release for a 20 yard shot. The lighted nock streaked through the purple light of dusk and my arrow struck home.

                We got down from the stand and I watched as Harry began tracking. There was very little blood, but Harry seemed to find this particular animal’s track easily, regardless of the fact that there were a dozen other wildebeest in the herd. He began walking along like there was some kind of marker on the ground that I couldn’t see, occasionally pointing to indicate we were on the right track. We eased through the darkness for about 70 yards and there he laid, shot through the heart. The wildebeest was not an animal I particularly desired when coming to the Dark Continent, but he is one of my favorite trophies of the trip. Their brindled hides are one of the most unique.

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                The next day, Harry had to go to the doctor to get his oryx wound treated and the stitches removed. I hunted with my wife and Mechiel, and although we saw several waterbuck, oryx, and a nice 51-52” kudu bull among others, no arrows were loosed. I love my wife, but after sitting with her for the day I was ready to get back to hunting without loud candy bars, sniffles, frequent catnaps on the floor of the blind, etc. I know she felt the same way!

                Harry and I sat all day on June 17. It was windy again but the wind was more constant and seemed to die down as the day wore on. The morning was fairly slow, but we passed the time talking and learning more about each other. The blind we were sitting in that day had a broadhead hole in the door, and I asked Harry if he knew what happened. He didn’t know about that particular instance, but told me a story of another hunter who came close to shooting him. The way these blinds are set up, your P.H. is likely to be in front of you, to the right or left of the shot window, when you shoot. Harry was looking out the window of a sunken blind, giving his hunter instructions on when to draw and eventually shoot while keeping an eye on the animal. This gentleman was apparently having some trouble getting his bow drawn, and when Harry heard a struggle behind him he turned and saw the guy pointing his bow up, down, left and right trying to get it to full draw. Suddenly he tripped the release and his arrow buried in the concrete wall a few inches from Harry. He said that’s when he learned to watch his clients shoot on the range before going out to hunt!

                We had lunch delivered to us by Garry and Spencer, a big plate of kudu spaghetti, salad and rolls. We inhaled that in quick order, and put our plates on the steps of the sunken blind just behind the door. With these blinds, from a seated position your eyes are a little higher than ground level. I looked out the window to my left and was surprised to see a mongoose, not 8 inches from my face, looking in the reflective glass window. His troop of 16 followed behind, each of them stopping to check out the blind. One even had the audacity to jump a couple feet off the ground and peek over the shooting window, as he no doubt smelled the remnants of my kudu spaghetti. Harry swatted at him and he scampered off with a disgruntled chitter.

                As the afternoon wore on, we had a really nice young kudu bull come to water. He was tight spiraled, very wide, with tips pointed outward. An impressive looking bull that will be a real trophy in a couple years. A nice sable approached the area and began to feed, all the kudu cows giving him wide berth. Minutes later a really big roan came in, pushing everyone around. Things were starting to get good. Suddenly, there was a high pitched whistle and everything took off. I looked at Harry who said it was another sable, which promptly strutted in the way sable do. This guy was the king! He had come in downwind of us and was really nervous, so Harry made the decision to scare him off and try to salvage the last 30 minutes of daylight. A quick tap on the window and he was off.

                At last light, 2 nyala bulls came in followed by 9 kudu bulls. Harry was studying each of them with binoculars as I took my bow off the hook and readied for a possible shot. Just as the wildebeest did, the shooter bull hung back in the brush for 15 minutes while the younger kudu fed and watered without caution. Unfortunately, this time we ran out of light and had to call it a day.

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                  #9
                  Tagged for later. There's nothing like hunting Africa!

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                    #10
                    Really good thread. I watched the zebra video twice ! I can't get enough of African hunting. Great job !

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                      #11
                      nice read so far. I like it. In for more updates.

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                        #12
                        Congrats on a great write up so far and very nice trophies. I know well of what you are writing about a I have had the good fortune of hunting with Harry and Garry 3 times.

                        And yes, I would pay just to see Harry blood trail or should I say "track" trail any animal over there. he is amazing at what he does on a track!

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                          #13
                          I hunted with Harry a few years ago, he won outfitter of the year that next year. Definitely a great place for bowhunters. Glad to hear your experience was good.

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                            The next morning we got off to a late start, it was cloudy and didn’t look like the kind of weather we were hoping for. We drove into a blind, Sekelbos, which is on the same property as Knoppiesdoring. After setting out feed and getting settled, the sun broke through the clouds and the animals started to pour out of the brush. We had 7 nyala bulls and a few ewes, 9 kudu, several waterbuck cows and a small bull, plus a troop of vervet monkeys.

                            Harry turned quickly and said “get your bow”, so I got out of my chair and prepared to shoot. It was the most excited I’ve seen Harry about an animal in the several days we’ve been hunting together, so I was a little more nervous than normal. I saw through the small window in front of Harry an impala coming to the water. Fortunately, Harry was on the video camera and the impala I was looking at was not the one he was filming, so when the first ram entered the shot window I knew not to draw. My target eventually made his way to the water, but had his rear-end facing the blind and I didn’t have a shot. He finished drinking and began to walk from right to left across the face of the blind at 10 yards, but wouldn’t stop. At that point, I had started on the far left side of the blind and worked my way to the far right side following this ram. Just before he got to a position where I wouldn’t be able to shoot, he faced off with a nyala bull and stopped, but it was a hard quartering angle. I whispered to Harry that I thought I could make the shot, and he gave me the go-ahead.

                            The elevated blind and shot angle made it to where I had to aim a little high behind his last rib, and try to exit his chest between his front legs. I drew and settled the pin, and at the last second he turned a couple degrees to give me the extra margin for error. The Rage cut through him perfectly, just as I imagined it in my mind’s eye. Harry and I bumped fists and watched the video again and again, feeling very sure that the shot was true. We got out of the stand and found my impala 40 yards away. After pictures, we moved him under a shade tree and got back into the stand. It was early and we had more hunting to do.

                            [ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9njuO55YoTg"]African Arrow Safaris - Impala - YouTube[/ame]

                            A few hours later, the animals began to saunter back in. I looked through Harry’s window to the right and saw a big waterbuck bull coming in. A mature bull waterbuck is one of the most regal animals in Africa, in my opinion. He came to the feed and ate for 10 minutes, facing us the entire time. As he went to water, one of his cows joined him and blocked my shot.

                            Harry had been filming the entire time, and suddenly the battery died. Fortunately, he pulled out his smartphone and with the miracle of modern technology, the situation was salvaged. The bull stood broadside at 20 yards and gave me the shot I was looking for. The Rage broadhead hit him perfectly, lodging in his offside shoulder. He crashed through a downed tree and stumbled out of the area. The video replay confirmed it was a good shot, so we began to pack up and start the track. 100 yards later, he was mine! Of all the animals that surprised me with their size, the waterbuck was the greatest. Harry actually had to pull him out with a tractor, which incidentally had trouble turning right. What made the situation even funnier is that he didn’t know about this malady and the ranchhand didn’t tell him until we were in the middle of the brush. One giant left turn later, we had him on a clear road for pictures.

                            [ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pAyY6DPp4iw"]African Arrow Safaris - Waterbuck - YouTube[/ame]

                            By the time we got the waterbuck loaded, it was too late to sit so we did some spot and stalk hunting, to no avail. That evening back in camp, Spencer and Garry had quite a story. They were sitting in a sunken blind when a really big sable came in to water. Sable was not on Spencer’s list of targets, but early in the trip he decided that if he had the opportunity at a big bull he was not going to pass it up. As Garry tells the story, Spencer asked how big the sable was and Garry replied “really big”. Spencer pondered for at least a half second and said “I’m gonna shoot him!” So he did, made a perfect shot, set his bow back on the hook and stood with his hands on his knees in the back of the blind in disbelief. Garry heard what he described as the sound of bass frequencies, like a distant vehicle playing music loudly but all you can hear is the bass. He looked back at Spencer whose mouth was open, and said “Is that your heart?!” Spencer immediately closed his mouth and said “NO!”
                            Last edited by txhunter83; 02-14-2017, 02:42 PM.

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                              #15
                              About **** time! Watching videos now. Congrats again

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