Letter to AHG

Jan 30, 2020 | News, Uncategorized

Richard,

I hope this email finds you well. I just finished reading your editorial in the Winter 2019 issue called “The Safari…Experience It.” Thank you for such a thought-provoking description of the safari experience. I found myself getting wonderfully lost in your work as I reflected on the amazing flora and fauna that are Africa. In all of my world travels, Africa is the most amazing and enchanting land I have every visited. The people, the geography, and the diversity of wild game is second to none in the world.

In a few short months I will be making my fourth safari to South Africa to hunt the Cape Buffalo and a few planes game. I never want to wish away a day of this precious life, however, while anticipating my next safari I am sometimes like a small child waiting on Christmas morning. On my first safari in 2014 I was the hunter that was whisk away from the airport in Johannesburg to endure the 4 hour trip in the dark to the outfitter’s lodge. This set what proved to be a rapid pace to hunt my list of “most wanted” and “opportunistic” game. During the middle of the week I called timeout and took a day for my wife and I to do a photo safari to Pilanesberg. It was wonderful. We slowed down and enjoyed the sights, sounds, and smells of the park. This reset the tone for a much more enjoyable finish to this first adventure. I was hooked. I was in love with Africa.

On subsequent safaris, upon arrival at Johannesburg, we started with an evening at the Afton Safari Lodge with the journey resuming the following morning. This is the way to go after a long international flight. In case you are wondering, I already have my Afton reservations for my visit later this year. Prior to my third safari, I made a commitment to always take someone with me who has dreamed of visiting Africa and has never had the opportunity to go. Last fall a friend of mine (74 years old) told me he had dreamed of visiting Africa since he was a child but never had the opportunity to go. I immediately went to work getting the 2020 trip scheduled. I then called him and said, “Guess what Lew, you’re going to Africa!” After he realize this was real, he has been so excited. Can’t wait for him to have the Africa experience. My wife is going to join us to accompany him on two photo safaris (I will be on the first one with them in Kruger for four days). They will go on a second photo safari while I hunt for a few days.

Richard, I mention this because your editorial described exactly how I approach each visit and what I so want my friend Lew to experience. I don’t want him to just see it. I want him to experience it like nothing he as ever experienced before. I encourage hunters to go and experience Africa. I emphasize that you don’t have to break the bank to experience the essence of what this amazing continent is all about. As a hunter, you can pursue an impala and a warthog and go home having one of the most amazing hunting experiences of your life.

Thank you for being a tireless evangelist for hunting Africa. For as long as I have my health and the resources I will return to Africa. Not to pursue an endless list of animals but to experience Africa just as you described.

Lavon

Lavon R. Winkler

Mountain, Bush, and Little Blue

Feb 9, 2018 | News, Uncategorized

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Mountain, Bush, and Little Blue.
By Ken Bailey
Blue duiker is not a species most hunters consider when creating their African wish list. They don’t have the immense size of an eland or a Cape buffalo, or the regal bearing of a kudu or sable. And in a beauty contest, an impala or lechwe would certainly put them to shame.

No, by most standards, the blue duiker simply does not match up. But rather than focus on what a blue duiker is not, hunters should focus on what they are, because if you’ve not hunted them, you’re missing out on an exceptionally challenging and enjoyable experience.
Blue duikers are among the smallest antelopes in Africa, and the smallest in South Africa, roughly the size of a large jackrabbit, about 15 inches high at the shoulder. Their coat color is variable, but is often the bluish-grey that gives the species its name. Both sexes have horns up to two inches long, making it very difficult to distinguish males from females, especially given that you seldom see them standing still. They’re secretive and cautious by nature, nearly always confined to dense forested cover where they feed on leaves and fruits.

I recently hunted blue duiker in South Africa’s Eastern Cape, a province I’d not previously hunted, and it completely exceeded my expectations. Leading the mission was long-time friend and PH, Eldre Hattingh, owner/operator of Lucca African Safaris. I’d last hunted with Eldre in Limpopo a few years previously and had quickly said yes when he invited me to explore the Eastern Cape with him. To fully appreciate the diversity of the region, we planned to hunt from the thick coastal thorn bush along the Indian Ocean coastline up to the very peaks of the inland snow mountains. Our quarry would be the iconic species that characterize the Eastern Cape – blue duiker and Cape bushbuck along the coast, mountain reedbuck and, if the opportunity presented itself, Vaal rhebok at the highest altitude.
We hunted near Port Alfred, a small coastal town settled by the English in the 1820s and named in honor of Queen Victoria’s son, Alfred. The area is dominated by mixed farming, but is also the widely acknowledged blue duiker capital of South Africa.
In the thickly-forested slopes that we hunted, every plant seemed to have thorns. We duck-walked and crawled, invariably snagging our shirts every few steps, often having to back up to get free. Stepping into this dense thorn bush is like entering another dimension – there’s no transition. In one step you literally cross from the light into the dark, and your first impression is ominous and foreboding.

Blue duiker forage under the canopy along well-defined trails. They’re territorial, so it’s unusual to find more than a pair in any one bush. The trick is to find a small clearing adjacent to one or more of their active pathways where you can sit and wait. Once you’re settled, the handler turns his dogs loose to find and pursue a duiker. Our handler uses braces of beagles and Jack Russell terriers, allowing one to spell off the other when they tire. By the frequency and volume of their baying or barking you can tell when they’re on a hot scent. You wait in expectation, hoping the duiker will run near you in its efforts to shake off the dogs.

You don’t really see the first blue duiker. Or the second. It’s more that you sense them or, if you’re really lucky, you catch a blur of movement out of the corner of your eye. No matter how much warning your PH gives, it’s never enough in the beginning.
They say some blue duikers are runners while others are sneakers – the sneakers seem to be pretty rare in my experience! We set up in four locations the first day, and at each saw a blue duiker – or at least a flash of movement I was told was a duiker! In any case, I didn’t get so much as a shot off at any of them. They were too quick, or I’d see them too late, or they emerged from a direction opposite to where I was watching. Still, I was having great fun, and Eldre assured me my experience was pretty typical for a first-timer, and that persistence would pay off.

Day two, on just our second setup, things started to change. Remarkably, as I crouched among a tangle of thorns listening to the baying of the beagles, a duiker ran straight up the trail towards me, stopping only 30 yards away. I raised my shotgun as quickly as I could and took the shot. A shower of earth revealed that I had missed low. There was no second shot, as the tiny antelope wasn’t about to stick around to see what all the fuss was about. It was frustrating, as in reflection I probably had time to aim more carefully. But considering the previous day’s episodes, snap-shooting seemed like the best option. All we could do was laugh at my ineptitude and keep hunting, so I settled back, listening to the familiar sound of dogs on the trail.

Only 20 minutes later at nearly the same spot, I picked up a flash of movement darting from left to right. Pure instinct took over, and I swung the smoothbore just as I do dozens of times each fall on crossing bluebills at my favorite duck lake. Just that quickly, our blue duiker hunt was over.
From there we set our sights on Cape bushbuck, heading southwest along the coast towards Jeffrey’s Bay, a town revered in the international surfing community. Bushbuck are one of my favorite antelope to hunt. Elegant and compact, they’re also maddeningly elusive. They’re also exceptionally pugnacious and have a well-documented reputation for being dangerous when wounded – no other antelope is as likely to attempt to separate you from your bowels as is a bushbuck. The smallest of the spiral horns, perhaps they have “little man’s syndrome”, such is their predisposition to aggression at any perceived injustice.
I’d hunted Limpopo bushbuck successfully with Eldre, and was especially excited to pursue the Cape subspecies, mid-sized in the bushbuck family and noted for its dark, almost black, coat. We’d be hunting on a large dairy farm and, like much of the Eastern Cape, it would be completely free-range hunting – fences designed to confine cattle and sheep mean little to game animals. Pulling in before first light, we hiked to the back of a secluded irrigated hay field, sitting inside the treeline for bushbuck that, as it turned out, would never arrive. Two bushbuck ewes feeding three-quarters of a mile away at least provided hope and entertainment while we sat. With late morning the wind picked up, which has a tendency to discourage notoriously nervous rams, so we opted to regroup and headed back to the truck for a snack.

Early afternoon we hiked towards the same field, and had not gone far when we spotted movement. Through our binos we could make out 11 bushbuck grazing at the end of the hay flat, nearly a mile distant. Closer inspection revealed a ram with eight ewes and a separate pair of rams. From our vantage point, both appeared to have pretty good horns. So, from within the cover of the thorn bush we slowly picked our way towards them, pausing occasionally to peek out and confirm they were still feeding. Chacma baboons frequent the area, so we remained well hidden to help avoid the inevitable alarm barks if one saw us.

Eventually we ran out of cover and huddled behind the last available tree, about 275 yards from the grazing rams. One was clearly the elder statesman, with thick black horns, one noticeably broomed, his swollen neck a sure sign the rut was in full swing. Despite a good rest, my initial shot was a couple of inches low; a second anchored him before he could escape into the adjacent stream valley. Had he made it, we’d have been challenged to root him out of the thick stuff. As we walked up to where he lay in the tall grass, his magnificence became apparent. This was a true “Dagga Boy” of a ram, well-muscled with thick horns, and bearing a wound in his side undoubtedly suffered fighting a rival for dominance. Eldre estimated him at nine years or more.
The ecological variability of the Eastern Cape is second to none in South Africa, and while best known for its beautiful coastal region, it also boasts the highest mountains in the country apart from the Drakensberg. It was to those mountains we headed, arriving at a secluded lodge high in the Sneeuberge, an Afrikaans word meaning “Snow Mountains”. This is not an easy place to hunt – the steep terrain makes every stalk a lung-scorcher, and vast properties with few fences ensure truly free-range pursuit.

The diverse habitats of the Eastern Cape support a wide array of species. Glassing from the lodge our first evening revealed no shortage of game on the surrounding hillsides. Without leaving the comfort of a deck chair, I identified kudu, red lechwe, impala, bontebok, waterbuck, steenbok, giraffe, zebra, eland, gemsbok and black wildebeest. And I knew, somewhere high on the open grassy slopes, was the mountain reedbuck I was seeking.
Mountain reedbuck are the smaller, prettier cousins of the common reedbuck. Standing 30 inches or less at the shoulder, a mature ram weighs about 60 lbs., with a woolly reddish-grey coat and forward-curving horns. As the name implies, they live on mountain slopes, descending into the valleys each evening to graze and water, climbing back early in the morning. There they take refuge in the highest, open slopes, intermittently grazing and bedding in sheltered nooks among the rocks.
I quickly discovered that, while calm when undisturbed, mountain reedbuck become extremely skittish at the first sign of anything unusual. With little cover beyond the natural swales of the open slopes to conceal one’s movement, closing the distance on them is difficult. If they do spot you, they quickly flee with their distinctive “rocking horse” gait, rarely stopping until they’ve covered several hundred yards.

Over a few days, Eldre and I made several half-hearted stalks on reedbucks, mostly to familiarize me with the species and to learn to differentiate rams from ewes, and good rams from average. That’s a much more difficult task than it sounds, complicated by the relatively short horns of even the largest rams and their long, slim ears.
At some point we had to get serious, however, so decided to make a concerted effort one afternoon. We slowly walked the grassy tops of the highest peak, pausing regularly to glass the surrounding slopes. It wasn’t long before we spotted a lone male that looked promising, about three-quarters of a mile away, so we ducked behind cover and began to work our way over. We hadn’t gone more than 100 yards, however, when a ram and ewe scrambled out of a rock pile and galloped towards the edge of nearby ravine.
“He’s a good one. Get ready in case he stops,” Eldre whispered excitedly, simultaneously setting up the shooting sticks. Instantly I nestled into the “V”, trying to follow the up and down motion of the escaping ram.

We all need a little luck now and then, and good fortune smiled on me that afternoon. Rather than follow his mate over the crest and out of our lives, that ram, for reasons known only to him, stopped on the precipice for one look back. I didn’t waste the opportunity, and the largest mountain reedbuck a client of Eldre’s has taken was down.
My hunt ended the following day. As it turned out I didn’t get to hunt Vaal rhebok before leaving, but I wasn’t the least bit disappointed. There will be another time, another hunt. For if I learned only one thing while hunting the Eastern Cape from top to bottom, it’s that there is no shortage of reasons to return.
Ken Bailey is an avid hunter and fly-fisherman from Canada who has pursued sporting opportunities across four continents. A wildlife conservation consultant by trade, he has been writing about his outdoor experiences for more than 25 years. He has served as the Hunting Editor for “Outdoor Canada” magazine since 1994.
Note: Hunting the Eastern Cape or the nearby Karoo with Eldre Hattingh and Lucca African Safaris begins in Port Elizabeth, which is serviced by air from major cities in South Africa and elsewhere. To learn more about the many hunting opportunities offered, check out their website at www.luccasafaris.com or call Eldre at (011 27) 82 879 5966.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_gallery type=”image_grid” images=”14099,14100,14102,14104,14105,14106,14107,14101″][/vc_column][/vc_row]

One for the Road

Feb 1, 2018 | News, Uncategorized

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_btn title=”View article in E-ZINE” color=”orange” align=”center” link=”url:https%3A%2F%2Fafricanhuntinggazette.com%2Foctober-november-december-2018%2F%23october-november-december-2018%2F146-147||target:%20_blank|”][vc_column_text]By Terry Wieland

In his book, African Rifles and Cartridges, John “Pondoro” Taylor often mentioned “cheap Continental magazine rifles,” and his comments were usually disparaging. Taylor set great store by reliability, not only of the rifles he used, but of the cartridges and bullets they employed.

The two major names in “Continental magazine rifles” were Mauser of Germany, and Mannlicher-Schönauer of Austria. No one could knock either on the grounds of workmanship or materials; they were legendary then, and they’re legendary now. Where Taylor did have a point was with Mauser sporters (or sporterized military rifles) chambered for some eminently forgettable cartridges.

Today, most hunters have never heard of the 10.75×68 Mauser or the 11.2×60 Mauser. There were several, mostly rimless, in the 9mm to 11.5mm range (.358 to .44 or .45, roughly.) In the case of the Mauser, many appeared in East Africa between 1919 and 1939, built on surplus military actions, and produced in one- and two-man shops across Germany. These were most likely the rifles Taylor had in mind.

In the years after the Great War, the British gun trade was struggling and the German trade was desperate. Tanganyika, of course, had been a German colony until 1919, with many European settlers. Once it joined Kenya and Uganda in what came to be known as British East Africa, the greatest big-game hunting region in the world, it was natural that German gunmakers would look there for new markets. And, with ex-military Mausers readily available, those naturally became the basis for building inexpensive hunting rifles.

If you look at the cartridges themselves, there is nothing much wrong with them except bullet construction. Often, the bullets were flimsy, flew apart, and didn’t penetrate. This was not true of all, but there was enough to lend the rifles a nasty reputation.

John Taylor himself was not anti-Mauser, by any means. His Rhodesian friend, Fletcher Jamieson, owned a .500 Jeffery on a Mauser action, which Taylor used and liked very much. If a Mauser-actioned rifle came with the name Rigby, Jeffery, or Holland & Holland on the barrel, it immediately got Taylor’s vote.

This is where it becomes very tangled, because all the actions in those days were made by Mauser at Oberndorf. Firms like Rigby and Jeffery used them to build some pretty flossy rifles. So what do you call them, a Jeffery or a Mauser?

And the cartridges? The .500 Jeffery is actually the 12.5×70 Schuler, designed in the 1920s by the firm of August Schuler to create an elephant round that could be chambered in a standard military Mauser 98. W.J. Jeffery adopted it and renamed it, yet when Taylor was writing, and praising the cartridge at length, the only ammunition available came from Germany. Conversely, the .404 Jeffery was probably a Jeffery design, but it was adopted by Mauser as a standard chambering, and renamed the 10.75×73.

As you can see, there was considerable cross-over and adoption of each others’ design. The great London gunmakers had nothing but respect for Mauser Oberndorf, and the compliment was heartily returned. Both probably considered the periods 1914-18 and 1939-45 as highly inconvenient impediments to trade.

After 1946, the supply of Oberndorf-made Mauser 98 bolt-action rifles dried up, although other manufacturers stepped in to produce Mauser actions, and sometimes entire rifles. The London trade built rifles on whatever they could get — the Enfield P-14 and P-17, Brevex Magnum Mausers from France, Czech Mausers from Brno, Santa Barbara actions from Spain. Even with Rigby or Holland & Holland engraved on the barrel, however, these never carried the cachet of, say, a .416 Rigby, made in St. James’s Street, on an Oberndorf magnum action.

Sine the war, a lot has happened with both Mauser and its first and greatest associate in London – John Rigby & Co. The Mauser factory was razed in 1946 on orders of the French occupation forces, and its name and trademark passed through various hands before, in 2000, becoming part of Michael Luke’s Blaser conglomerate based in Isny im Allgäu. Rigby also changed hands, and was moved to the U.S in 1997. There it became the center of varying levels of fraud and ignominy before being purchased in 2012 and moved back to London. The purchaser was the Blaser group, which put Rigby under the management of Marc Newton with a mandate to return the Rigby name to glory.

One way to do this was to resume manufacture of the famous Mauser 98 action, so that Rigby could once again build its .416s on an action with the Mauser banner on the ring, and make its traditional stalking rifles in .275 Rigby (the name Rigby bestowed on the 7×57 Mauser when it adopted it in the early 1900s.)

Since 1946, the various owners of the Mauser name steadfastly refused to make any of the company’s most famous (and, in my opinion, by far the best and greatest) product: The turnbolt 98. Even after it took up residence in Isny, making the 98 once again was not on its immediate list of projects. As far as I know, it was not until the Rigby acquisition that it began seriously looking at it. Whether it was Marc Newton who persuaded Mauser, or whether that was the secret plan all along, hardly matters.

Around 2010, Mauser had taken a hesitant step towards making a 98 again. Using a magnum 98 clone produced by Prechtl, Mauser made a few .416s, but with a price tag of $40,000, I don’t imagine they sold many. Then they acquired Rigby and, in a surprise move two years ago, Mauser announced it would once again make the magnum action, supply it to Rigby, and also make entire rifles in Isny. Now, they have added the standard-length action to the line. In London, Rigby is using it to make its Highland stalking rifle in .275 Rigby, while in Isny, Mauser is chambering it in the venerable 7×57, 8×57 JS, 9.3×62, .308 Winchester, and .30-06.

Whatever John Taylor might think of these, he could never call them cheap. The standard model in the less expensive “Expert” grade lists for $9,100.

All of these calibers are familiar to Americans except, perhaps, the 9.3×62. This is an old and highly respected big-game cartridge in Europe. It was designed in 1905, and became a standard Mauser chambering. Even John Taylor thought quite highly of it, with the right bullets, and today ammunition is loaded by Norma, among others, in a wide variety of bullet weights and types.

Now, for the first time in many years, a hunter can go to Africa with a complete battery bearing the Mauser banner — a .416 Rigby for the big stuff, a 7×57 for plains game, and a 9.3×62 for in between.

It’s a funny thing, but in 1956 when Winchester introduced the .458 Winchester Magnum, and hired East African professional David Ommanney to tout the rifle for them, all predictions were that this was the end of the line for the big nitro-express cartridges, for the magnificent double rifles that fired them, and for all those “archaic” rounds like the .404 Jeffery. The .416 Rigby was consigned to the trash bin, and even the .375 Holland & Holland was put on the list of threatened species.

It’s now 60 years later, and look what’s happened: The .416 Rigby came roaring back, and has become a standard chambering; the .375 H&H is stronger than ever; there is a very vigorous market in double rifles, both old and new. Many of the nitro express cartridges are being made by Kynamco, loaded with Woodleigh bullets from Australia. The Mauser 98 — an action that is now 120 years old — is still the most popular bolt-action basis for a dangerous-game or plains-game rifle.

Anyone who buys a new Mauser, however, is not merely wallowing in nostalgia. There is still no better, more reliable, or versatile action on which to build a rifle, whether you’re culling wildebeest or pursuing pachyderms.

Through the 1960s, African Rifles and Cartridges and even John Taylor himself were disparaged. As an ivory poacher, Taylor did not command the reverence of professionals like Sid Downey or W.D.M. Bell. He died in 1955, and his books, Big Game and Big Game Rifles (1948) and African Rifles and Cartridges (1948) went out of print. It seemed to be the end for everything.

As it turned out, the books were reprinted, first by Trophy Room Books and The Gun Room Press, respectively, and Taylor’s reputation was gradually rehabilitated. Today, anyone interested in the history of African hunting and the actual performance of rifles, and of bullets on big game, should read Taylor. His earlier, smaller book, Big Game and Big Game Rifles, is unfairly neglected, in my view. I bought it from Ray Riling Arms Books in 1966, for $6. I was absorbed by it then, and still go back to it now when I want to recapture some of the magic.

What the old-timers learned and knew is still worth learning, and well worth knowing. Many years ago, boxing writer A.J. Liebling wrote in the New Yorker, quoting Heywood Broun, an even earlier writer, “After all, the old masters did know something. There is still a kick in style, and tradition carries a nasty wallop.” It seems that every new generation of boxers needs to learn this, and while Liebling and Broun were both writing about boxing, it could just as well have been big game and big-game rifles.[/vc_column_text][vc_btn title=”View article in E-ZINE” color=”orange” align=”center” link=”url:https%3A%2F%2Fafricanhuntinggazette.com%2Foctober-november-december-2018%2F%23october-november-december-2018%2F146-147||target:%20_blank|”][/vc_column][/vc_row]

Classic .505 Gibbs Express Rifle

Dec 24, 2017 | News, Uncategorized

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Classic .505 Gibbs Express Rifle

By John Mattera

.505 Gibbs—just the name commands respect. From the days of Hemingway’s The Green Hills of Africa, we have lived in awe of the reputation of this grand African caliber and the rifle that bears the name. It’s built for the singular purpose of delivering a well-placed behemoth round changing the nasty beast’s intentions post-haste.

From accounts of the fictional Robert Wilson off Hemingway’s pages through to today, the .505 Gibbs is a rifle of grand African proportions.

Predominantly the heavy tool of the professional hunter, it was designed and built to compete with the expensive-to-manufacture double rifle just after the turn of the last century—the Golden Era of the world we know as safari.

If a professional hunter wanted the added security of that third and fourth round with a turn-bolt rifle that could address any situation with authority, the .505 Gibbs was the answer.

But beware – it is not a rifle for the faint of heart!

Within the ranks of professionals today, there are still legends of the industry that rely on the .505 to sort things out and deliver their clients home safely at the end of a safari.

Simon Rodgers is just such a professional hunter. An old-school PH worthy of the name, applying the skills needed in the field for almost four decades since the early 80s, breaking into the hunting industry in Matetsi, Chete, and then off to Chewore North and South, Tsholotosho South, the Rifa Safari Area, and for the last fifteen years hunting exclusively in Mozambique, as the owner of Safaris de Mozambique.

His rifle of choice? Etched across the top of the barrel the legend reads: “George Gibbs Bristol & 35 Savile Row London W.” A genuine .505 Gibbs the tool of professionals. Rodger was in good company as the likes of J.A.Hunter, Bror Blixen and Tony Sanches-Arino – all legends of the hunt carried original Gibbs big-bore rifles in .505 as well.

Founded in Bristol in 1830 as “J & G Gibbs,” the Gibbs company produced fine rifles and developed wonderful cartridges for the London Trade. Renamed “G Gibbs & Company” in 1835, the small company soon gained an impressive reputation for their innovation and design. The Gibbs company manufactured high-quality muzzle-loading rifles and shotguns under the direction of the founder George Gibbs Senior. Then it expanded when George’s two sons—George C. and Herbert—joined their father.

A series of well-thought-out and crafted partnerships proved that the Gibbs family was more than just craftsmen – they were astute business men. The most telling example was their partnership with William Metford and the adoption of the Metford/Farquharson patent action. This made Gibbs the only manufacturer licensed to produce the most successful black-powder, falling-block rifle for the last part of the nineteenth century.

Gibbs may have made rifles for hunters, but the Gibbs family were shooters first.

George Gibbs Jr, the heir to the company, was arguably the best rifleman on the British Isles in his day. So it is safe to say that he understood accurate rifles.

While their rifle-building skills were noteworthy large, they produced a much more pedestrian- grade rifle than their counterparts—most without the frills and adornments that turn of the century English guns were noted for.

What the Gibbs company did exceedingly well was manufacture high-quality working rifles and design very good cartridges to go along with them.

Meanwhile, in Africa, some of Gibbs’s best big-game cartridges began life as target rounds. Like the infamous .461 Gibbs, which dominated the famous Wimbledon and Stirling long-range target meetings, it was to become a favorite dangerous-game round of its day, used and lauded by the great hunters like Frederick Selous, Arthur Neumann, and others, for decades. Selous’s very rifle still resides in the Bill Jones collection in Birmingham, Alabama.

The .505 Gibbs cartridge was designed in 1911, originally intended to be a rimmed cartridge for the double rifle market. However, Gibbs believed they could capture a greater share of the big-game market by mating this new cartridge to the Mauser bolt-action rifle, and introduced the new cartridge as the .505 Rimless Nitro Express, or just the .505 Rimless. The design was a unique bottleneck-cartridge with voluminous case capacity that helped the round operate under lower pressure.

This was very important at the turn of the twentieth century as the temperature sensitivity of cordite proved unreliable when compressed. This made the .505 cartridge less susceptible to the dangerous variations in temperatures as the mercury rose or fell in sub-equatorial Africa.

Operating at just under 40,000 psi, the massive case has a capacity of 178 grains by weight of water. Loaded with the measured amount of cordite it drove a 525-grain bullet, measuring .505 inch (12.8 mm) out of the muzzle at 2300 fps, well within the magic velocity-band for terminal success.

The bullet diameter is unique to the Gibbs, as most other big 50’s utilized bullets of .510 inches.

The only serious competition in the first half of the twentieth century came about with the introduction of the .500 Jeffery bolt-action rifle, which first appeared around 1920, originally designed by the August Schuler Company as the “12.7×70 mm Schuler”.

While the .500 Jeff was more powerful, the .505 proved much more reliable with a longer case- neck offering more reliable feeding. The Jeffery was also plagued by a rebated rim and operated at higher pressures, both contributing to extraction issues.

These concerns could prove problematic when your primary job is stopping dangerous game, and that second and third shot may be “the” game changer!

Rodgers’s rifle has the look of a weathered heavyweight prize fighter, a bit haggard about the edges, but still dangerous in the clutches. The wood is polished smooth from countless days in the field, and the checkering has long since lost its biting edge. The hand/pistol-grip is opened nicely as a heavy caliber rifle should be to prevent trigger-guard bite on recoil. The Monte Carlo raised cheek-piece also helps to dissipate energy as you touch off the round in the chamber. The recoil pad, heavy and thick, has seen much better times, now faded and worn. You can see the thought towards recoil management that went into the construction of this heavy rifle. It was designed and built by a shooter. The metal surfaces are worn in spots from untold sweat-filled miles of being carried, dragged and pushed through the bush.

At one time, the rifle sported a rear peep aperture where the base still resides. The folding leaf rear sight was seated atop the barrel with a barrel band swivel far enough in front to protect the hand from recoil, with a foldaway, hooded front sight and pop-up ivory bead. It was called a moon sight in the London trade, but I’ve always thought of them as lion sights.

The white ivory stands out against the tawny coat of a lion better than a small, gold bead.

Turn the rifle about in your hands and you notice that despite hard use, it is neither tired nor disheveled. The Gibbs is well cared for, cleaned and oiled ready for use, and can deliver that knock-out punch when needed.

What a storied work of art this old war-horse is!

By putting this cartridge into the time-proven, square-bridge, magnum Mauser action, George Gibbs built a hard-hitting and surprisingly accurate heavy thumper while operating at safer and more reliable case pressures, providing more hunters the opportunity to own a rifle capable of serious knock-down power with a greater round capacity at a more affordable price.

When you pick up and handle such a storied tool that has “seen the charge of the elephant,” it is a solemn experience. My thoughts are firmly planted in the history I now hold in my hands – the excitement and adventure that this rifle must have witnessed.

When you touch a dangerous-game rifle that has lived in the darkest of Africa for almost a century, the mind swirls as imagination fills in the missing pieces.

The worn surfaces smoothed over by years of arduous work paint a picture of hard use through difficult times. You turn the bolt and it rolls and closes fast, well-oiled and maintained, and you know instinctively loved!

The combination of good looks and raw power are melded together in this classic express rifle. Your mind races through the old-time African adventure this rifle must have seen. Fingering the cigar-sized cartridges as you feed them into the magazine only adds to the excitement, as they each seat with a “clunk.”

When you shoulder the rifle, it rises and falls in place between your hands, just heavy enough to handle the force of recoil that you know will come, but not overly so. The rifle is ready to stop the charge of any of Africa’s dangerous game.

The trail of Rodgers and this legendary Gibbs has been long and fraught with danger and intrigue for almost thirty years, through Zimbabwe and Mozambique, and places without a name.

Rodgers’ decision to arm himself with the big rifle came from a near-tragic encounter. After all, we learn much more from our failures than we do from our successes.

Armed with a .375 H&H proved humbling for Rogers when facing a charging Cape buffalo wounded by a client, and required a bit of dancing about and multiple rounds to sort out. He vowed then and there to never again be caught under-gunned for the situation. When the opportunity to purchase the original .505 Gibbs presented itself, Rodgers did not hesitate. He plonked down the cash and went home with a legendary rifle that was to become his constant companion over almost three decades.

While hunting with Simon Rodgers in Safaris de Mozambique outside of Cahorra Bassa late in 2016, I talked him into switching rifles with me for a day or two in the bush. He didn’t argue much. Why would he? I was handing over Philip Percival’s .470 Rigby to him as consolation. The look on his face spoke volumes, as if I offered the queen’s dowry.

I guess it was as if receiving royalty—to steal an old phrase: The silence was deafening.

So, with the temporary trade in hand, I had the good fortune to carry this great old Gibbs in the field for the last few days of our safari. However, much to my dismay, I only had the opportunity to fire it at a cardboard target, as the buffalo we sought remained elusive. Still, the experience for me was historic.

The recoil was not as bad as you would think. The low-operating pressure of the .505 on this well-built rifle gives the shooter a good shove back with its inertia, as opposed to shoulder-pounding cartridges like the .500 Jeffery or the .460 Weatherby which came along in 1957 and unseated these two classics in raw power.

Simon Rodger’s .505 Gibbs is a classic dangerous-game safari rifle with a deep, rich history. Some of its history is known, as stories attest to this rifle’s stopping power. Numerous elephants and buffalo have fallen to the incredible penetration of the .525 A-Square monolithic solids.

But like most of the old classic rifles that I have had the pleasure of hunting around, there are gaps in their stories, and some of its time-gone-by remains a mystery.

For me that may be the best, as I can let my mind wander across the decades, across the miles.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_gallery type=”image_grid” images=”12583,12584,12585,12586,12587″][/vc_column][/vc_row]