Hunters – We Are Conservation

The first rhino darted was a mature male. The Arkansas Chapter – Safari Club International “Recovery Team” of (L to R) Gary Acord, Jake Throgmartin, Robert Williams, and the author just a few seconds before the majestic creature takes his short nap.

By Lavon Winkler

 

As dedicated supporters of Safari Club International (SCI), hunting advocacy, education, and conservation, we work to conserve flora, fauna, and ensure the future of hunting for generations to come. This set the stage for an unforgettable safari.

 

The saying that, “Africa is forever calling you to return” has proven to be true. After my third safari in South Africa, I was joined by friends Jayke and Krystal Throgmartin.  This wonderful husband/wife team had dreamed of visiting Africa for over a decade, with five failed previous attempts to travel to Africa. Others in our group were Robert Williams and Gary Acord. Jayke, Robert and Gary, along with several others, serve with me on the board of the Arkansas Chapter of SCI. 

 

However, as planned, our plane landed in Johannesburg for truly an experience of a lifetime, and we stayed overnight at the Afton Safari Lodge which is less than ten minutes from the airport.  As always, the team at Afton welcomed us with open arms and helped us quickly settle in so we could relax and unwind after a sixteen-hour flight.  The next morning, we were picked up by our outfitter and within a few hours were settled into our rooms at the concession.  Normally I like to acknowledge the outfitter for making our stay and hunt a wonderful experience.  While this was certainly the case for this safari, because of the nature of this hunt and for the protection of the wildlife, the outfitter will remain nameless, and our location not disclosed.  Here is why.

 

Like most hunters, for me, wildlife conservation and the protection from poaching of targeted species is so very important.  For the last ten years I have followed closely the challenges, progress, and setbacks with the white and black rhino populations.  If you have not followed their story closely, you may not be fully aware of the extreme challenges faced by those who are dedicated to preserving and improving the health and numbers of these amazing creatures.   

 

For years I had dreamed of hunting white rhino.  They can be very dangerous, and I just knew it would be an exciting hunt.  However, I decided against that, partly because of the negative pressure from poachers and partly for the need for improved systems to protect and increase their population.  My interest in “hunting” the rhino, however, changed at the SCI Convention in Nashville, Tennessee in 2023.

 

While at the convention, I spoke with a South Africa safari outfitter who has a vision for white rhino conservation and is fully committed to doing what he can to ensure the future of these incredible animals.  He described a conservation program that would best provide the opportunity for the white rhinos to be protected and increase in number, and explained how a hunter could be a part of this conservation work. This included darting the animal with the use of Vita Darting, a process by which vitamins and/or vaccines are administered as the first step. The hunter interacts with the outfitter, the veterinarian, and recovery team throughout the entire procedure, offering the hunter a lifelong experience.  I was certain I wanted to be part of the team and when I mentioned it to Gary and Robert they immediately joined in as well.  Jayke did not want to dart a rhino since this was his first safari and he had a long list of plains-game hopefuls.  Still, being serious about the conservation of the rhinos, Jayke committed to helping the recovery team as needed.

 

When the day finally arrived to dart the rhinos, two mature males and one female, there was much anticipation as to how the day would unfold and, hopefully, be successful.  The entire process was carefully designed to mitigate any stress on the animal.  While a helicopter was available for the safety and wellbeing of the animals, the plan was to do as much of the work as possible on the ground.  The first rhino, a mature male, was darted from the ground, but the second and third required the support of the helicopter.  The whole process was flawless with minimal stress on the animals, the entire team working in unison.

 

With each rhino, vitals were monitored, microchipping was checked and recorded (one implanted if needed). For some, a tracking device was attached to the ear, the animal was marked as having been darted, and important photos and measurements were taken.  All of this happened in a matter of minutes. While a few pictures were quickly taken of the hunter(s)   

with the animal, this was secondary to the process.  The veterinarian then administered the shot to reverse the effects of the tranquilizer as the team moved to a safe distance.  Within roughly 90 seconds, the massive creature would awake, stand up, and resume its day. 

 

As a hunter, this was one of the most amazing experiences of my life.  Knowing I was a part of the conservation of these unique creatures is a feeling that tops my hunting/safari experiences.  I will never forget what it was like to rest my hands on such a massive animal, feel it breathe, and know I played a small part in helping to ensure the existence of such a unique species.  Watching the rhino wake, stand, and walk away triggered an emotion that is hard to describe.  I believe that most people want to be a part of something in life that is much bigger than themselves.   As that beautiful rhino disappeared into the bush, I realized I hadn’t just hunted the animal.  In that moment I had played a small part in ensuring the future of an entire species.  For me, that moment was much bigger than successfully hunting a lioness in the Kalahari or securing a record book Cape buffalo in the bush.

 

I am very thankful for the opportunity to have had this experience.  I am also thankful for outfitters that are committed to conservation and to the future of hunting.  I believe that we must all take responsibility for the conservation of habitat and wildlife.  We must also take a proactive position with lawmakers at all levels to make certain that policies and laws affecting habitat and wildlife are based on science and not emotion or the direction of the political winds.   I encourage hunters from all corners of the world to get involved and support organizations like Safari Club International and others that are proactively promoting and protecting the future of hunting.  I also believe we should not only be supporting outfitters who can provide good and safe hunting experiences, but also select them based on their reinvestment in our future

The white rhino population is made up of two subspecies; the Northern White Rhino (reported as only two females left in existence) and the Southern White Rhino.  The white rhino has an average life span in the wild of 39 to 43 years as to compared to captivity of 27 to 30 years.  They grow to be nearly 12’ in length and weigh up to 7,900 pounds!  Their IUCN (International Union for the Conservation of Nature and Natural Resources) Red List status is “Near Threatened.”

 

National Geographic offers this distinction of the Northern and Southern subspecies: “Aside from living in different parts of Africa, they differ slightly in the shape of their teeth and heads, appearance of skin folds, and amount of hair. In general, southern whites are a little larger and hairier. Contrary to the species name, both subspecies are gray in color. “White” may be taken from the Afrikaans word for “wide,” in reference to their mouths, which are wide and square to help them graze on grass.”

As reported by poachingfacts.com and confirmed by a National Geographic special report, “Poachers have killed more than 8,200 rhinos in South Africa during the last decade; from 2012 to 2017, Kruger’s white rhino numbers fell from 10,500 to about 5,100.”

 

Regardless of the source, the data seems to align that 2012 to 2017 was a period of decline for the white rhino population largely due to poaching.  In the last few years poaching arrests and convictions have increased and as a result we are seeing increases in the rhino population.  Still, experts encourage caution as the battle to save these amazing creatures is far from over.  No doubt, the worst battleground is South Africa which, as noted, has experienced a rhino poaching crisis due to having the greatest population.

I celebrate there are many great outfitters who are committed to more than just generating profits today.  But how do you find them?  Well, I encourage you to attend the SCI Convention in Nashville and other hunting shows/events and talk to the outfitters about more than just the animals they will help you pursue or the percentage of animals that make it into the record book.  Ask questions and listen closely to their answers.  Then, assess their commitment to investing your hard-earned money into conservation.  We cannot only think about today and selfishly live for the moment.  We must be willing to make investments today to ascertain a fruitful tomorrow.  Had it not been for visionary conservation-minded leaders like Presidents Theodore Roosevelt and Paul Kruger, the hunting and fishing we enjoy today in the United States, South Africa, and other corners of the world might not exist.  Roosevelt and Kruger each made investments and sacrifices in the future of conservation, and we benefit over one hundred years later.

 

History has proven that as hunters, we are in the best position to conserve the natural resources which have been entrusted to us.  We are not only hunters.  We are conservationists.

The team goes into action; taking vitals, critical measurements, checking for microchipping (and chipping if needed), and assessing the overall health of the rhino.

Lavon Winkler Bio

 

Lavon Winkler, retired executive, grew up in Northeast Missouri and was introduced to hunting at the age of ten by his father.  Although most of his hunting has been in the United States, he has hunted many times in South Africa and New Zealand and plans to expand his international hunting experience.  Lavon is a Life Member of the National Rifle Association, Safari Club International, Kansas City SCI Chapter, Arkansas SCI Chapter, and the African Hunting Gazette.  He also serves as President of the Arkansas Chapter of Safari Club International.

Hunt Detail Fact Sheet

 

Year of the hunt and hunting dates: May 12 – 20,  2024

Country were hunt occurred:  South Africa

Hunting area, ranch or concession name: Northern Limpopo – Undisclosed

Outfitter and satisfaction rating: Excellent Rating

Professional hunter and satisfaction rating: Undisclosed – Excellent Rating

Rifle and cartridge details and satisfaction rating: Heym 450/400 89B PH – Excellent rating

Ammunition and bullet details and satisfaction rating: Hornady Dangerous Game – DGX 300gr. Excellent Rating

Riflescope details and satisfaction rating: N/A

Taxidermist and satisfaction rating (only if you have received your trophies): Jim Rice, Cutting Edge Taxidermy – Excellent Rating (past experience from multiple safaris)

One for the Road

By Terry Wieland

 

PACHYDERMIA

When in elephant country, carry an elephant rifle            

 

Never having hunted elephant myself  — at least, not intentionally — I’m hardly qualified to offer much more than some very circumspect opinions on what to do or how to do it in that regard.  I will, however, offer this piece of advice:  When hunting in elephant country, carry an elephant rifle.  It doesn’t matter if you’re on a rats-and-mice safari chasing some arcane variety of dwarf duiker, carry an elephant rifle.  Trust me.

 

No matter how jaded a hunter might be, your first encounter with an elephant when you are on foot and under-armed is a memorable experience.  Cape buffalo, formidable as they are, do not have the sheer majesty of an elephant, and while a big maned lion in those circumstances is certainly something to be reckoned with, if you leave him alone he will usually return the courtesy.

 

But an elephant?  One can just never be sure.  Their size is certainly a factor, but intellect also plays a part.  They are the largest of the Big Five — more than twice the size of the rhino, which is number two — but my dominant memory of various encounters with elephants has always been, “I wonder what he (or she) is thinking?”  I always had the impression, even when being chased by a herd of them, with the safari car slewing wildly in the sand, that all these elephants were doing this for a reason.  I didn’t know what the reason was, but I wondered about it.

 

There are numerous tales of people coming into conflict with elephants, and the elephant putting up with a certain amount of annoyance and provocation, until he finally decides he’s had enough and comes for you.  It happened to wildlife artist Guy Coheleach, back in the 70s, when he was filming a big bull, and throwing rocks to get him to charge.  The elephant complied, with growing truculence, until he finally snapped.  Guy was on the ground, with the elephant kneeling over him, trying to get a tusk in, when the professional hunter got a shot into a non-vital part of the skull and persuaded the elephant that enough was enough.  The bull wandered away, muttering.

 

In Botswana in 1996, I had a similar experience, although I was not trying to provoke the bull, just get close enough to get a decent photograph.  If ever there was a case for carrying a seriously long lens, this was it.  At any rate, I crossed the invisible line that put me on the wrong side of the bull’s territorial limit.  You could almost see him thinking, “All right, pal.  You want it?  You got it.”  My guide and I took off running, with the bull pacing behind.  When we’d covered about a hundred yards, with the bull effortlessly gaining, he slowed to a halt, tossed his trunk in the air, and turned away, happy with his day’s work of showing just who was boss in this part of the Okavango.

 

Had he wanted to catch us, he would have, without a doubt.  At the time I was running flat out, leaping downed branches and dodging pig holes.  I had no way of knowing he was just putting a scare into us.

 

No other animal I can think of indulges in false charges, either as a deliberate warning or just for the hell of it.  A Cape buffalo can’t be bothered, while a lion would probably think it was beneath his dignity.  Whatever the reason, when those two come for you, they come for keeps.

 

A breeding herd of elephants is a different matter from an old lone bull.  Breeding herds are led by older cows, and if bulls have a sense of humor, the cows certainly do not.  They take any perceived threat personally, and their perception of a threat can be as innocent as a cruising safari car rounding a bend and finding itself hood-to-trunk with a half-grown calf.  In the Okavango, where you can usually spot a herd when it’s still well off in the distance, we always came to a halt a few hundred yards away, and more if we could manage it.

 

On this one occasion, though, wending through some mopane on a narrow, sandy track, we found ourselves in the middle of a herd before we knew what was happening.  The herd, intentionally or otherwise, closed in behind, cutting off our retreat.  All we could do was gun the engine and pray that we got through before they took much notice and decided we were a threat.

 

One old cow raised her trunk and screamed, and the next thing we knew, we were skidding this way and that along the winding track through the mopane with the elephants in full cry.  The old cow was close behind, with her trunk stretched out over the car.  Up in the back, I was frantically trying to get my .30-06 out of its case, figuring to sell my life dearly.  There were about 50 elephants in the herd, all crashing through the mopane and screaming like Beatles’ fans.  I looked out to the side, and there was one young bull racing along.  He looked at me with a big elephant grin — yes, I swear, a grin! — as if to say “Hey, man!  Fun, huh?”  With the old cow’s trunk only a few feet from my head, screaming so loud I could smell her breath, fun would not have been my word for it.  We lived to tell the tale, but we were doubly cautious from that point on.  You only get lucky so many times in life.

 

***

One of Robert Ruark’s finest pieces of writing occurs in The Honey Badger, his autobiographical novel published shortly after his own death.  In it, he describes an old elephant that he found in the Northern Frontier District of Kenya when hunting with Harry Selby.  It was an ancient bull that lived near a muddy waterhole in the nowheresville town of Illaut.  He had no friends, no companions.  He was ancient, alone, and all he had were memories of a long, long life, now coming inexorably to an end.  Bored as he was, living day after pointless day under the relentless NFD sun, it probably could not have ended soon enough to suit him.  Ruark shot the bull, and when he slowly crumpled into the dust, he wrote, “Much of what I loved of old Africa died with him.”

 

That passage from The Honey Badger has stayed with me for more than half a century.  I thought about it quite often in 2004 when I was back in Botswana, hunting eland up in the Kwando district north of the delta.  A huge grass fire swept down from the Caprivi Strip, and we spent our days dodging the flames as it bobbed and weaved, driven this way and that by the wind.  Some days, we’d circle around and hunt in the burned-over areas, which were smoldering seas of ash.  At night, sleeping in the open, we cut a fire-break around camp.  You just never know.

 

At one point, we were minding our own business, standing up in the safari car, glassing the distance, when a small elephant herd came out of the bush and surrounded us.  They seemed curious as to who we were, and why we were there — just nosing about, not hostile in any way.  But an elephant herd is an elephant herd.  I eased my rifle out of its case — a .458 Lott loaded with solids.  When in elephant country…

 

But nothing happened.  They checked the Land Cruiser from end to end, raised their trunks and sniffed us, mumbled a little to each other, then turned and shambled off.  Slowly, we all exhaled. Chris started the engine and we eased off in the opposite direction.

 

Jack o’Connor, who killed many grizzly bears during his life, but was mainly a sheep hunter, wrote that, while he didn’t care if he ever killed another of the big bears, he hated the thought that someday they might be gone.

 

“Hunting in mountains with grizzlies is a lot more interesting than hunting in mountains without them,” he wrote.

 

The same is true of elephants.  Knowing they’re there, knowing one might emerge from the bush at any time, knowing that you might come round a bend and find the road blocked by a half-dozen bulls, it just makes it all that much more interesting.  And, if you have a .505 Gibbs near at hand, just in case, so much the better.

First Time Bow Hunting

Derrick Poor | Bowhunter | Kentucky USA

My buddy Charles and I arrived in South Africa for a seven-day bowhunting trip, this being our first visit to South Africa. What a beautiful place, we could hardly contain all the emotions and excitement upon arriving. After landing, Afton lodge members met us at the airport and took us in for a great one-night stay with wonderful food and delicious cold beer. The next morning, we were picked up by our outfitter (Dries Visser Safaris) and set out to the designated hunting area.

 

On day one, we hit a blind to see how our luck would play out. At first light my professional hunter excitedly said, “Jackal right here, grab your bow!” I made a great shot which impressed my PH. We were off to a fast start! A little bit later, we had some gemsbok come in which, at the time, was hot on my list. The more I watched the more I became interested in these beautiful exotic-looking animals. As luck would have it, a cow came right in, and the PH assured me that this was a very large and mature gemsbok. We watched for fifteen to twenty minutes while I debated whether I wanted to take it. She ended up moving off and I was regretting not taking the shot, so I told my PH if the cow came back I wouldn’t miss out on her second time round. That cow teased us for what felt like an hour, as she rubbed bushes and small trees in a spot we had no chance for a shot. She finally came back within range. I did not hesitate to take a great shot and she disappeared from sight as she ran off into the bush. On recovery, her horns measured forty-one inches!

 

As the days passed, we encountered so much wildlife, every day felt like a dream. I ended up taking a trophy impala, warthog, blesbok, and the best hunt of all, a beautiful buffalo cow, which was an adrenaline-packed spot-and-stalk hunt with my buddy Charles and our PH. As we slipped through the brush, we found the cow and I made a decent shot. Light was fading quickly, so we picked up the trail and carefully tracked the buffalo down. We managed to get closer and put a second arrow in. We continued tracking the buffalo, but it was getting dark quickly. We were all moving through the brush, one PH to the left and another to the right, me in the middle and Charles right behind me. We worked hard to try to locate the buffalo. Not long after, one of the PHs shouted, “to the left!” We had stumbled within fifteen yards of the buffalo which suddenly jumped up and startled Charles causing him to fall back into a thorn bush. The buffalo continued towards us as the PH aimed his rifle, finishing off the buffalo. We all looked around, hearts pounding to make sure everyone was okay. Once the dust settled, we all had a good laugh at Charles as he wiped the blood from his arms.

 

Bowhunting in South Africa is truly amazing and cannot be put into words to describe the experience. A dream that always seemed so far out of reach and one that has its fears and

anxieties for anyone. All I can say is, come give it a try for yourself, a trip of a lifetime that you won’t regret or ever forget.

Previous AHG Winner: Big Bongo & Wonderful Experience

I wanted to write and tell you what it meant to me and my son to come to Cameroon on safari. First, I must thank Mayo Oldiri Safaris for donating the trip to the African Hunting Gazette drawing. Your willingness to provide such a trip as this to a hunter and, in my case, my son, demonstrates the depth of your generosity and your love of hunting. We were treated as if we had purchased the hunt and could not have asked for a better safari experience.

 

Lognia Camp was very nice, and we enjoyed how it was set back in the trees across the small stream. All the staff were so helpful and went out of their way to make our stay both comfortable and special. We spent many afternoons after lunch and at night after dinner, sharing stories on the porch of the dining building. The forest noises and bugs greeted us enthusiastically each time, however, the staff provided citronella for us to burn to drive the bugs back. I really can’t say enough about Doula the Chef and William, his helper. They never waited for us to ask for anything. Each of them was so observant and quickly responded to all our wishes. I’m not sure how many Bongo recipes Doula had, but he treated us to many delicious meals. They truly made every meal special.

Now about the hunting; which was an INCREDIBLY challenging hunt! Little did I know all the secrets the forest held. My son and I were both physically and mentally prepared but, as we averaged 7-8 miles of tracking each day, the level of concentration could be exhausting. Especially when the buffalo busted through the brush 20-30 yards away and we never even saw them. This happened several times, yet we all knew the next trek might be the one. The guys on the truck were great, each one wanted our success. They worked well as a team and helped me get my wonderful Bongo trophy. Even with the dogs barking, I would have never seen it without them. They worked hard and never surrendered to the constant challenges of hunting in the forest.

 

Toti, the Lognia Camp Director, could not have been any nicer to us. He was always on the move, but constantly checked on us. Vaughn, our PH, was a wonderful conversationalist, as well as a leader on the truck. While he was relatively new to the forest, his years of experience helped make our hunt a success.

We took 22 new or barely worn t-shirts for the men in the camp as well as 5 button up shirts for special guys. My wife and I collect body wash, shampoo, conditioner and lotion from hotels we stay in, and I had 4-gallon Ziplock bags of these that we separated for the women. Toti arranged for all the staff to gather. The married couples came up first then the single men. I got choked up watching these humble people accept such a small gift. I will never forget that moment and am including pictures of it!

 

We will remember the beauty of the rainforest for years to come and our memory of the safari will be with us forever. Thank you for your generosity and the opportunity to visit such a wild and beautiful part of Africa.

 

Thanks so very much,

Steve and Harris McGrade

 

PS – The African Hunting Gazette works hard to provide such experiences with our trusted DAWN members providing incredible prizes. We arrange a regular lucky draw for AHG Members and this past end of June, we have just drawn the Spiral Slam – an all-in Safari in South Africa. If you have read this, and are not yet an AHG member, this is the time to sign up.

Andi’s first safari

I had the best experience with my dad coming to South Africa to hunt with Dave Freeburn Safaris. My dad began a tradition with me and my three sisters about 10 years ago. He takes us individually on a daddy-daughter vacation after we have finished the 8th grade. For my vacation I chose to come to South Africa for a hunting safari. I chose this because my dad has been on several hunting trips there and has told me about how amazing they are. We flew into Johannesburg from Houston, Texas on Qatar airways. Dave met us at the airport and drove us to the hunting ranch. That is when my hunting adventure began.

 

From riding in the back of the truck, seeing the variety of animals for the first time, to the feeling of a successful shot placement after a quality stalk, and the numerous memorable pictures, I loved all of it. I had the privilege to get a blesbok, sable, roan, Cape buffalo, nyala, warthog, wildebeest, waterbuck, impala, springbuck, and a crocodile. My two favorite hunts were the crocodile and the buffalo. Those two animals gave me an adrenaline rush that made my heart race. The first time I saw the Cape buffalo step into view, I couldn’t believe how incredibly huge it was. Even after Dave told my dad to stay calm and be quiet when we saw them, my dad started waving his hand frantically with excitement and saying “Dave, Dave, Dave!” Luckily the buffalo didn’t see or hear him.

When the buffalo turned its head, I got on the tripod with my 375, placed the red dot perfectly on the shoulder, and squeezed the trigger. The buffalo was hit hard at the exact point that I had aimed. Dave followed up with his 500 NE, and four more shots from my 375, and the buffalo was down. I didn’t realize how bad I was shaking, until after things settled down. Wow! That just really happened! We were all so excited. We took lots of pictures of this amazing animal. Dave and two trackers loaded the buffalo in the back of his truck with a winch and pulley, and we dropped it off at the skinning shed. The second we got back to camp, I sent pictures of the buffalo to my older sister that hunted in the same location three years ago, just to make her jealous. What a magnificent animal.

 

I was also able to hunt crocodile. This was the hunt that I was looking forward to the most. I knew I wanted to hunt a crocodile when I was looking through a crocodile hunting magazine at Dave’s booth at the Dallas Safari Club. Dave explained the importance of shot placement on a crocodile. He prepared me for the hunt by studying pictures and watching videos of crocodiles. The hunt started with a stalk of about 400 yards from where crocs had been seen earlier that morning. Dave walked ahead of us so he could see if the crocodile was there. At that time, all I could think about was how to get the perfect first shot and to quickly reload to fire 2 more shots after. He quietly called me up to tell me that the crocodile was there, and his body was halfway out of the water. I walked up, Dave set up the sticks and I placed my rifle on them quietly as to not alert the croc. I looked through my scope and found the exact spot on the neck that Dave had pointed out to me so many times. I took a deep breath, held steady, and squeezed the trigger. The gun went off, and I could see the hit on the crocodile. I reloaded and fired two more shots in the same location. All three shots were taken in less than 10 seconds. It was over, the croc was mine. I couldn’t stop shaking I was so excited! I felt so proud walking down to see the crocodile because I knew I had made three perfect shots. It wasn’t until they pulled the crocodile completely out of the water, that I realized how big it actually was. It was almost 13 feet long. We took lots of pictures of the crocodile on the ground and some hanging from a tree. while hanging from the tree, he was almost 3x my height. I still couldn’t believe that had just happened. it all went by so fast! I am hoping to have a pair of boots made from the skin. Everything about my safari was perfect. Dave’s hospitality, his patience, and easy going attitude made my dream hunt so much fun. I loved Africa!

 

I will never forget getting the opportunity to hunt with Dave Freeburn, and the time I got to spend with my dad. It was truly the best experience, and I can’t wait to go back.

 

 I was also able to hunt crocodile. This was the hunt that I was looking forward to the most. I knew I wanted to hunt a crocodile when I was looking through a crocodile hunting magazine at Dave’s booth at the Dallas Safari Club. Dave explained the importance of shot placement on a crocodile. He prepared me for the hunt by studying pictures and watching videos of crocodiles. The hunt started with a stalk of about 400 yards from where crocs had been seen earlier that morning. Dave walked ahead of us so he could see if the crocodile was there. At that time, all I could think about was how to get the perfect first shot and to quickly reload to fire 2 more shots after. He quietly called me up to tell me that the crocodile was there, and his body was halfway out of the water. I walked up, Dave set up the sticks and I placed my rifle on them quietly as to not alert the croc. I looked through my scope and found the exact spot on the neck that Dave had pointed out to me so many times. I took a deep breath, held steady, and squeezed the trigger. The gun went off, and I could see the hit on the crocodile. I reloaded and fired two more shots in the same location. All three shots were taken in less than 10 seconds. It was over, the croc was mine. I couldn’t stop shaking I was so excited! I felt so proud walking down to see the crocodile because I knew I had made three perfect shots. It wasn’t until they pulled the crocodile completely out of the water, that I realized how big it actually was. It was almost 13 feet long. We took lots of pictures of the crocodile on the ground and some hanging from a tree. while hanging from the tree, he was almost 3x my height. I still couldn’t believe that had just happened. it all went by so fast! I am hoping to have a pair of boots made from the skin. Everything about my safari was perfect. Dave’s hospitality, his patience, and easy going attitude made my dream hunt so much fun. I loved Africa!

 

I will never forget getting the opportunity to hunt with Dave Freeburn, and the time I got to spend with my dad. It was truly the best experience, and I can’t wait to go back.


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