Hunting the Big Little Buck

Mountain reedbuck afford a challenge hunt in the wild.

By Daryl Crimp

 

“He’s an absolute monster,” said PH Pete matter-of-factly, “and he lives on this big plateau.”

 

‘Big’ was an understatement. Even ‘huge’ didn’t cut it. The landscape in Eastern Cape is steroid- expansive, and Pete’s ‘plateau’ was the size of Switzerland. The ‘he’ Pete was referring to was a steenbok and, paradoxically, the ‘monster’ was a bit bigger than a hare but smaller than a large puppy. One of South Africa’s ‘tiny ten’ antelope, it is a fascinating animal and extremely challenging to hunt, unless you are a long-range shooter, which I am not.

 

Ironically, hunting these miniature species never appealed to me before coming to Africa, but they grew on me; got right under my skin in fact. The steenbok especially, had won my heart, though initially I was averse to hunting them. They mate for life and the thought of killing a mate didn’t sit well with me. However, once I remembered that a predator could have the same effect, and that a mate could be replaced, my qualms disappeared.

 

I set my heart on a particular diminutive steenbok, and I coveted the little antelope. And his little horns were big!

 

“I have had hunters come back the past two years specifically trying to get that buck,” Pete said, “but those horns don’t get big by him being stupid.”

 

“He’ll be record book!”

 

“Definitely,” Ryan agreed, “for sure.”

 

Wild steenbok through spotting scope.

Sunrise over the karoo.

Karoo landscape – steenbok country.

My two new PHs and I were enjoying an afternoon recce, checking what animals were available and familiarising me with the territory.  Ostensibly, we were after a nice old steenbok, but I didn’t allow myself to get too excited for a number of reasons: finding that buck was like the proverbial needle in a haystack; Africa had already smiled on me that morning – twice – and I felt that hoping for a third was pushing it. The cards were stacked against us, and it never pays to count your chickens.

 

Just on daybreak that morning we had stalked and shot my dream kudu; a very old, black-faced bull, well past his prime, and sporting worn horns that told of a rich and fulfilling life.  It had recently broken free from a poacher’s snare and was dragging the long tether from its neck – had I not ended it there, death would have been a miserable event.

 

While tracker Jimmy was caping the kudu, we hunted further into the long mountain valley. The slopes, basins, cliffs, and undulating levels supported sparse vegetation – native grasses and low bushes dotted here and there. The only real cover was in the main creek or the dongas that fanned down over the escarpment. We were heading to check out thirty-odd mountain reedbuck spread across a sunny face, when Ryan noticed a loner low on the opposite side. It immediately caught our attention because the signs indicated an old animal: it was well away from the main herd, held a harem of two, commanded a very good vantage point, and had an escape route immediately at hand.

 

The stalk was perfect: challenging, remote, and tortuous. Ryan and Pete utilised every trick in the book to squirrel closer. We leopard crawled, bum crawled, lizard crawled, hunched-old-man crawled, and crawled painfully until my knees bled. It was awesome. We used tiny bushes to shield our approach, and all three of us managed to conceal ourselves behind a rock. We crossed 700m as the crow flies over open ground without being spotted. This was real hunting. If I were a long-range shooter, the hunt would have finished in an hour and twenty minutes, and the excitement would be long over.

 

The old ram dozed on his feet, in the sun, 120m away, completely oblivious of us.

Daryl and Ryan hunting in the karoo.

“His horns aren’t as good as I thought,” Ryan said, looking through the spotting scope. “They are well broomed.”

 

“But he’s old,” Pete said. Perfect, in every way. The horns were better than I could have imagined. Not long worn down, but thick with age and maturity and cunning.

 

“It can’t get much better than this,” I said, thanking my PHs for a magnificent morning. Or could it?

Karoo wilderness offers good free-range hunting.

“Steenbok next,” chirped Ryan. I just laughed. It was a novelty having an ADHD professional hunter. But it was time to get the animals on ice and have lunch.

 

“Is that the steenbok you were talking about?” I asked later that afternoon, indicating a dot in the distance.

 

“Tiny bugger – looks like him,” Pete whistled. “Could be your lucky day.”

 

Ryan checked through the spotting scope and confirmed that indeed, my initials were tattooed on that buck’s rump.

 

With no real cover on ‘Pete’s Plateau’, the only real advantage we held was the strong afternoon wind that had picked up. Funnelling over the contours of this monumental landscape, it bent grasses and shrubs, disguising our movement, and masking any sound we made. It also anchored the steenbok and his mate on a lee slope, giving us further opportunity to get close.

 Using a donga, Pete, Ryan, and I doubled over and set off. When opposite the animals, we leopard crawled in single file until we were tucked behind a small anthill, 90m away from our target.

 

The antelope had bedded down in the time it had taken us to cover the exposed ground, so we took reference marks and settled in to wait them out. My knees and legs bore fresh wounds, and my muscles and sinews protested a little too loudly, but I felt almost euphoric. The whole experience had a surreal feel to it, and I kept replaying the morning’s hunts in my mind.

 

“He’s up,” Pete hissed, and I rolled into a kneel behind the tripod. The steenbok stretched and stood broadside – the perfect shot. I settled the crosshairs, squeezed off, and… missed by a country mile! I couldn’t believe it. The sight picture looked fine, but it’s a good liar who tells you he never misses. Fortunately, the little buck gave me a second chance; it ran in a tight circle and stopped on the same spot. That’s where it dropped. 

Tortuous stalks over open ground are required when hunting wild Steenbok.

Daryl felt this old mountain reedbuck was hard-earned.

The huge little steenbok.

The guys couldn’t believe the size of the needle-like horns. The buck was an absolute monster.  They reckoned record-book material, but I’m not into that, so we didn’t run the tape over it. 

I sat against an anthill as the sun set and a baboon barked in the distance, taking in the full measure of the hunt.  In one day we’d successfully stalked three superb old animals, each of a uniquely different species. 

 

If I were a betting man, and I’m not, I’d wager an ‘African Trifecta’ doesn’t come along every day.

Bongo Hunting

Written by Frank Zits

 

After the Big Five (lion, leopard, rhino, elephant, and Cape buffalo), hunting forest bongo possibly rates next, or at least high, on the list of dream safaris for most African game hunters. There are two types of African bongos, the western or lowland bongo and the mountain bongo. The western bongo is found in the dense forests of western and Central Africa, Cameroon and Republic of Kongo while the mountain bongo inhabits the forests of central Kenya.

 

I was fortunate enough to hunt western bongo on five trips between 2014 and 2018 in the Central African Republic (CAR) with the renowned professional hunters, Jacques LeMaux and Thomas Kolaga. I hunted in an area called Rafai, which is approximately 550 miles east of Bangui, the capital of CAR, and along the edge of the Bomu River, near the Congo border.

 

The challenge of hunting bongo starts with getting there. It did not help that CAR was in the middle of a civil war (still ongoing) that erupted in 2012 when the Selena, a coalition of rebel groups, accused the government of failing to abide by peace agreements, which led to the ousting of President Francois Bozize. The CAR is a beautiful country with vast forests, but has been plagued by war and poverty. The CAR was a French colony from the late 19th century until 1960 when it gained independence. French and Sango are the official languages, but there are scores of other regional and local languages and dialects. The pygmy forest people that we hunted with spoke their own ancient language as well as French. However while bongo hunting few words are spoken and most communication is made through hand gestures.

Pygmies are some of the best trackers in the world. The team consisted of seven men. The PH, two porters, three trackers and the client. The men will stay on a specific set of tracks until the track is lost, at which point the trackers would fan out in different directions based on intuition. As soon as one of them picks up the trail, they would tap on their leg and the others would fall into line behind the lead tracker. The Pygmy trackers are accompanied by their hunting dogs. The dogs are on leash until the bongo is located, startled, and breaks cover. These dogs are bred for hunting bongo, and also for hunting monkeys and duikers in the off season for food.

 

Bongo are the second-largest (after eland) and one of the most colorful among African antelopes. The western bongo has a deep orange color with vertical white body stripes. It has a black face with a white chevron nose marking. They are primarily nocturnal and depending on the location can weigh 600 pounds. The bongo in the CAR are larger bodied due to the many grass areas between the Boma forests.  A bongo can live more than 20 years. As they get older their horns not only grow longer, but they start to splay to the outside as seen in the some of these photos. Typically, your PH will be looking for an older solitary male. The tracking process could take 2-5 hours. If the male is joined by females or sub-adults, the PH will call the hunt off and start again the next day on a new track. If we continued it would be likely the dogs would pursue the younger or weaker, rather than the trophy male.

 

Bongo live in the dense vegetation of the rain forest. The rays of light filter through the forest canopy. You learn to move slowly and carefully, using pruning shears to snip small vines as you go. You have to move slowly because many times animals are very close. When tracking bongo in the deep forest, you look for tracks near saline’s or mineral springs. The Pygmy people are wonderful to work with. Their sixth sense, vision and hearing is incredible. They don’t miss anything. Once, one of our trackers was pointing to one of the thousands of towering trees that make up the forest canopy. He explained that there was a snake going into a hole looking for bird eggs.  I had to use my binoculars to see it. It was forty feet up in a tree and eighty yards away! You learn to trust the Pygmy’s instinct as they are walking ahead of you.

Hunters always take photos of their trophies in the field, but for taxidermy reasons, I always take additional detailed reference photos and I encourage my clients to do the same. It is important to photograph each side of the animal’s face, including the top and bottom. When I mount an animal, I refer back to the photos for the specific characteristics of the animal. These references help us with the bone structure, muscles, and veining to accurately depict the original animal. It is also helpful to have pictures of the animal’s neck and overall body proportions. 

 

As I noted, bongos are known for their brilliant dark orange color with vertical stripes. There is a beautiful contrast between these colors and the green vegetation. Often they are mounted in an alert position to show off the length of their horns. However, in the forest, you will generally see bongos with their heads lowered and their horns laid back. They do this so that they can run through the thick vegetation with ease.

 

When we build the habitats or dioramas around mounts, whether it be for a typical client’s trophy room or for larger installations, like Johnny Morris’s of Wildlife Museum in Springfield, Missouri. I frequently look back to my photographic references and notes for inspiration. Johnny Morris’s museum has many different African displays and environments in which we were very fortunate to work closely with him, his designers and fabricators on. We mounted over 160 life size African mammals and birds.

Left: Frank with bongo no2 33″.

Right: Large bongo mount at convention.

Central Africa Season 2014.

Detail of light reflection on water in forest.

While I am on these expeditions, I photograph trees, the texture of the bark, the leaves, what the trees look like from a distance and also how the light shines through the forest canopy. A good mural painter can paint the way the light comes through the forest at a certain time of day. As an observer you are able to tell whether it is morning or evening light.  It is great when you see this accurately depicted.

 

Water clear resins are use d to duplicate the springs or streams in the forest and reflections of light on the water. When I worked on the museum project, I worked with two of the top muralists in North America, the Wolken brothers, Adam and Aaron, from Springfield, Missouri. They spent seven years researching, designing, and painting murals for the museum with great attention to detail in their painting of landscapes, skies, trees, vegetation, as well as other animals. Many of their murals captured a specific time of year and direction of light in the forest. Their work is on par with the murals in the Museum of Natural History.

 

I have been fortunate to hunt many parts of Africa. Despite it’s challenges, bongo hunting is at the top of my list.  A bongo hunt is like no other African hunt, and should you find yourself planning one of these trips you won’t be disappointed.

Black Death with a Crossbow

Written by Jon Fossil

Thirty yards in front of me, two huge Cape buffalo were repeatedly goring each other in a battle to the death.

 

We had been following these two Dagga Boys for several hours and were now only 30 yards from the two combatants with nothing but a small bush between us. I was only carrying my new Ten-Point crossbow armed with three heavy bolts each tipped with two-blade 200-grain single bevel broadheads. While I had practiced extensively with it, this would be my first attempt to bring down an animal using it, and now here I was just yards away from two adrenaline-charged 2,000-pound Cape buffalo!

 

As I eased around the left side of the bush and rested my crossbow on my tripod I was reminded of ‘lack Death’, the well-deserved epithet for Africa’s Cape buffalo. I knew of several hunters who were severely wounded or killed by charging Cape buffalo. Would I be next?

 

My hunt began as an 80th birthday present to myself. I was hoping to shoot all the Dangerous Seven on the same trip, with as many as possible using my crossbow. My wife, Siri had already taken the Dangerous Seven on previous safaris – a leopard in Mozambique, Cape buffalo, a hippo, a 14’4”crocodile, a huge lion (#1 for a woman) in Zambia, and an 83-pound elephant in Botswana, plus a darted white rhino in South Africa. She had joined me with the objective of adding several species to her list in her quest for Safari Club’s prestigious Diana Award, given each year to the most successful woman hunter who helps achieve SCI’s mission of “Protecting the Freedom to Hunt and Promote Wildlife Conservation Worldwide”.

Beautiful wildflowers in Zambia.

Our safari began in Zambia with Fico Vidale Safaris to hunt lion, leopard, hippo and crocodile as well as a variety of plains game. The lions and leopard were either too young or too smart, never giving me the opportunity to bag the right one with my crossbow. However, I had already taken a lion and leopard in Zambia with a compound bow, so I didn’t need them to complete my Dangerous Seven goal. However, I did shoot a hippo and an enormous 14’ 2” crocodile at 50 yards with my .375 H&H magnum, and a very large roan antelope at 389 yards with my wife’s .300 Win Mag. My wife was successful with a good sitatunga and red lechwe.

 

After three weeks in Zambia we moved to Botswana’s NG8 to hunt with Mike Murray and Tholo Safaris. Mike is known as one of the two top professional elephant hunters in Africa. The 83-pound elephant that my wife had shot was with Mike in 2021, making a perfect frontal brain shot from 40 yards. I was hoping for the elusive 100-pounder, and late in the afternoon on the first day of the hunt we snuck to within 30 yards of a very large elephant. When Mike told me it would clearly be larger than my wife’s elephant, I didn’t hesitate. “Let’s shoot him!”

 

 A side brain shot from my .375 magnum knocked him down, but seconds later he stood up and began to walk slowly away in the fading light. We finished him with a couple of insurance shots. His largest tusk weighed 91 pounds! Not quite the 100 pounder I was hoping for, but a magnificent tusker nonetheless. He provided the local villagers with enough meat to feed them for many months.

 

We then moved to Mike Murray’s free-range property in South Africa to hunt Cape buffalo and plains game. I never expected the dramatic situation that would unfold a mere 30 yards in front of me. Thirty yards in front of me, two huge Cape buffalo were repeatedly goring each other in a battle to the death.

 

When I aimed at the first bull and pulled the crossbow’s trigger, the buffalo slumped to the ground with a perfect heart shot, but the second, somewhat larger bull, kept trying to gore him while he was down. My PH, Sakie Retief, whispered, “Shoot the second one.” Now, with one bull on the ground and the second very angry bull continuing to attack him, I was again reminded of Black Death. The fact that my PH was behind me with a .470 double rifle was little comfort at such close range. However, I eased around the right side of the bush and fired a broadside shot from a mere 25 yards. Even though the buffalo was fatally hit in the lungs his adrenaline kicked in, and he walked slowly into a very thick stand of trees and bushes. Sneaking closer, my second shot split a 4” tree branch and the buffalo walked even deeper into the thick cover. He was waiting for us in a tangle of downed trees, giving me hardly any shooting lane. But I found a very small opening which gave me only a shot at his spine from less than 10 yards. The shot knocked him down, and one more shot finished him.

Siri’s Sitatunga.

Siri’s Gold medal Cape Kudu.

The power of the crossbow, the speed of its bolt and its lethal effect is staggering! I have shot three Cape buffalo with a bow, and two with a rifle. It seems that when hit with an arrow just behind the shoulder the buffalo just doesn’t know what hit him, and he walks away without charging. I believe that with a bullet, they hear the loud “boom” and feel the tremendous shock of the heavy slug. The bow is silent and the broadhead slips between their ribs without the shocking effect of a bullet.

 

Now I had two huge buffalo down. We dragged the second one next to the first one and measured them both. They were 45” and 47½” respectively. Both were considerably bigger than my previous 44” best. My PH told me that he had never even heard of two Cape buffalo that large being shot so close together, even with a rifle. What a great 80th birthday present!

 

We ended our hunt in South Africa with Tam Safaris where I shot a 45” sable and darted a black rhino. My wife shot an aardwolf, a bat-eared fox, an Eastern Cape kudu, and an Eastern Cape grysbok.

 

This was my 28th trip to Africa. I love the wildlife, the scenery, the food and the wine. I also love the people, the hunting and photographic opportunities.

 

Next year I will be bringing my whole family.

A Little Namibian Adventure

Written by Alan Tuck

 

In September 2022, I hunted at Okarumuti Game Lodge, 70km outside Windhoek, Namibia.

 

The Italian-owned and -run lodge, located almost exactly in the center of the country, has a working cattle ranch that sells hunts.

 

On my trip, I killed a steenbok, a springbok, an impala, and an oryx. The ranch also has a very large herd of giraffe.

 

My cabin was one of five. It was very nice. The family-style meals were excellent. I would recommend it to a family, a first-time hunter, or an older hunter.

 

Elephants and Mega Wildlife

Written by Richard Lendrum

It was just over 20 years since I last sat down and had dinner with Johan after his life-altering buffalo attack.

 

Much has changed in Johan Calitz’s life since then; and what a treat to catch up and spend five whole days with this extremely impressive, but unassuming member of the hunting and tourism industry. “I owe everything to the elephants,” is something Johan said in our time together. Even the logo of the luxury photographic camp, Qorokwe, was what he specifically wanted incorporated, subtly paying tribute to these African wonders of nature.

 

Johan started hunting because of his father who was, and remained, a passionate hunter. Johan shot his first elephant at 14, and then by 19 he had taken the Big Five. Whether that is something the average teenager can even comprehend, let alone absorb and appreciate, is debatable. What is not up for debate, is how that laid the foundation for his future career. Johan has gone on to respect and revere these creatures more and more, eventually running Africa’s greatest elephant hunting operation along the way. This kind of success could understandably go to one’s head – over 120 bulls in one season when at its peak. Hunting Africa’s greatest animal, the ultimate in big game, certainly in age and size, was something Johan took in his stride, while remaining the humble person he always was.

 

And then it stopped.

An area Johan had had since 1999 was, fortuitously, ideal for photographic safaris. And as the industry has grown and evolved so, too, was the timing right for change – in particular, given the then President’s stance on hunting. The opening of Qorokwe in 2019 was something of what dreams are made. A truly magnificent camp that is simply impossible to describe in the limited space – but this link will give you an idea of what I am talking about.

 

This, ladies and gentlemen, is heaven on earth.

Johan’s son, Cobus has hung up his rifle after 20 years with his father and is now spearheading the growth and expansion of Qorokwe. And to cater to different opinions (those of hunters and of photographic / eco- / non-consumptive tourists) – father and son are not mixing businesses, and so Johan is focusing on where it all started for him – the hunting aspect.

 

What Johan is most excited about is that of the community upliftment in his Mababe Depression area. Few people even knew of the area he hunts, let alone realized its potential. Sometimes a person has a vision of what could be, and only afterwards others see in hindsight it all come together. This was Johan’s talent. And this year, this Calitz Safaris hit the Holy Grail of elephant hunting, not once, but twice. However, we saw the challenges faced announcing such achievements.

It is a pity that we cannot explain exactly what this means for fear of repercussions, such is the sensitivity around this matter. Rival photographic companies in Botswana do their best to malign and publicly crucify this gent. They use expressions like “iconic elephant being hunted” yet both tusks of these animals were broken despite their weight! And it was in an area no tourists go. Furthermore, a photo tourist in the back of a Land Cruiser would not even know what is or isn’t “iconic”; they expect to see beautiful, long well-matched tusks. These tourists cannot estimate the weight of an elephant tusk, especially when broken. Come to think of it, many professional hunters struggle to judge accurately. The majority of people are unaware that elephants will die of starvation after their sixth set of molars have worn down.  And in a land of more than 150 000 elephants and with rural communities on the starvation line – it is a complicated situation.

 

However, the photographic wonderland of the Delta is still there intact! We saw it all. The Mababe Depression, along with the positive benefit of a tectonic shift a few years ago, is now an absolute Eden, with water where little to no water 

had flowed till then. Horizon-to-horizon waterfowl; buffalo and elephant by the thousand, literally everywhere. We passed one herd of around 800 buffalo – it spanned about a solid kilometer. Lion, elephant, eland – and the eland are enormous there. It was simply an absolute abundance of everything.

Deeply spiritual, and a humble man is Johan. Whether it has been the sixty-plus years of life and what that’s thrown at him – nearly being crushed to death by a buffalo; seeing his business go from being the greatest on the continent for African elephant, only to have some laws passed to force a change, either way, his slightly stiff, somewhat beat-up body – courtesy of that buffalo – is his reminder of how fortunate he is to be alive to appreciate each day. Having supported the community for so long, it is obvious everyone loves him. He is employing second-generation staff, transporting stranded pedestrians like one old lady who needed to get to Maun… you get a sense of what this man believes in.

 

His photos do the talking. His record and experience speak volumes. The results, while no guarantee of what could happen when you book with him, certainly give one a sense of extreme comfort. They set this man and his operation completely in a league of its own.

 

To use a cliché – for me, it truly was a once in a lifetime experience.

Calitz Safaris is an African Dawn member, and you can contact Johan directly johan@calitzsafari.com

 

Hunting Mozambique with Mashambanzou

Written by Randy Pretzer

 

I am not much of an author, but my wife and I hunted the Zambezi River area of Mozambique in 2022 and I wanted to share our story.

 

This trip was purchased at an SCI auction as a crocodile hunt with Mashambanzou Safaris, although I was able to take a few other species too. During our travel(s) we saw many other game species, but since I’ve already taken most of them, I decided to concentrate on the croc, hippo and nyala. I would have taken a Livingstone Eland had the right opportunity offered itself, but we only hunted in their territory for a single day.

 

Although not importable to the US at this time, Mashambanzou had excellent lion and elephant available. I understand they also take excellent leopards from some of their areas. There were several large lions seen not far from one of our camps.

 

Our PH was Richard Kok, who did an outstanding job helping us to take some wonderful animals. The camps were excellent. The game was plentiful. The outfitter’s attention to detail and commitment to success and the overall experience was fantastic! We have visited several African countries over many trips and hunted with numerous outfitters and PHs, and I have to say that Grant Taylor’s team is one of the finest.

 

I think it is important to mention the cultural experience, too. So many times we are rushed to the camp (which is typically far off the beaten path) and denied the overall African cultural experience. Our PH drove us to various villages, stopped along the travel path and engaged locals to assist in transporting game. A marvelous experience!

 

We took a lovely hippo and large crocodile, as well as a decent Nyala and several baboons, including a large male Chacma.

 

Randy & Dannielle Pretzer, Coolidge, Texas

 

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