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The mountain zebra is white with black stripes and the legs are ring-striped to the hooves. The underparts are white and there is a distinctive “grid-iron” pattern of transverse black stripes on the rump above the tail. The muzzle tip is black blending into orange-brown. An erect mane runs from the top of the head to the withers and there is a dewlap on the throat. The Cape mountain zebra (E. z. zebra) is not a huntable species at this stage. The plains zebra, where their ranges overlap, has light brown shadow stripes on the white, stripes extending onto belly and comparatively shorter ears.
Distribution
Hartmann’s occurs naturally only along the escarpment of the Namib and adjacent flatland, but it has been introduced into South Africa outside this range. Namibia and South Africa are the countries offering this zebra as a trophy. Hartmann’s once had a more or less continuous distribution in the rugged, broken hill country from south-western Angola, right down western Namibia and into the north-west of South Africa’s Northern Cape province. It has expanded naturally again into the Richtersveld National Park and has been reintroduced into the Goegap Nature Reserve and Augrabies Falls National Park. The exact former range of the Cape Mountain Zebra is unclear, but it probably occurred along much of the South African Cape Folded Belt ranges and many of the adjacent inland mountains, within today’s Western and Eastern Cape provinces. Brought to the verge of extinction, it now occurs in several national parks and provincial nature reserves as well as several privately owned game reserves.
Hartmann’s Mountain Zebra
Conservation standing
Hartmann’s has lost both range and numbers in Namibia, having dropped from more than 16 000 in 1972 to an estimated 7 000 today. Approximately 250 Hartmann’s have been introduced in South Africa. Sometimes considered to be a problem in Namibia where they at times damage fences.
Habitats
Generally associated with rugged mountain terrain they frequently move onto plateaux and adjacent flatlands to feed.
Although not currently huntable the Cape mountain zebra may well become so in the near future
Behaviour
Hartmann’s Mountain Zebra
Small harem groups of mares, usually 3 to 5, and their young, are controlled by a stallion. Larger groupings of 40 and more individuals may be observed at feeding grounds or watering points, but each group retains its integrity. Stallions that do not hold harem herds form into bachelor groups, which may include young mares and weaned foals. Harem holding stallions are not territorial, but defend the mares against the attentions of other stallions, although submissive stallions are tolerated.
Hartmann’s Mountain Zebra
Cape Mountain Zebra
Hartmann’s Mountain Zebra
Hartmann’s Mountain Zebra
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Contact: (Owner/Manager) Lestie Cloete-Trollip
Mobile: +27 82 667 8675
Contact Email: Limpopo.taxidermy@vodamail.co.za
Website: limpopotaxidermy.com
Tell us a little about your operation
How it started and how we got into the industry…
I am Lestie Cloete-Trollip, Co-Owner of Limpopo Taxidermy in Phalaborwa. My interest in Taxidermy art started in high school already. I did two beginner courses at the Transvaal Museum in Pretoria in a school holiday in my Grade 10 year. After Matric I got a job at Zululand Taxidermy (I feel honoured to have had Coenie Swanepoel as mentor and teacher in this trade) as an apprentice where I was taught the technical side of taxidermy and other tricks of the trade.
How many years have you been in the business?
In October 2004, my father Herman Cloete and I opened our taxidermy in Phalaborwa. We are still a small taxidermy operation so that we can be hands on with the quality of each trophy that our clients receive.
What are your favourite mounts & why?
I really enjoy doing the smaller full mounts like small cats and small antelope. So far my favourite is the Genet! I also enjoyed the times when I had the opportunity to do leopard, cheetah and lion and scarcer animals like Oribi and Pangolin. I like doing shoulder mounts and even a common antelope like Impala stays interesting to do when realising each individual is unique in colour, markings in the face, interesting horn shapes etc.
Current processes offered
- Pick up & collect trophies: No. Trophies need to be delivered
- Own tanning facilities: NO
- Forms -bought in
Delivery time (approximate)
- Dip and Pack: 4-6months
- European mounts: 6-8 months
- Shoulder mounts: 10-12 months
- Full mounts: 10-16 months
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A couple of months ago I was down in Graaff Reinet for a Greywing Partridge shoot with my good friend Tim Van Heerden from Karoo Wingshooting (which is a hunt anyone interested in wingshooting must go and do, but that is a story for another time) and we got to talking about Vaal Rhebuck while we were prowling the mountains in pursuit of those little grey missiles that would flush in front of the pointers noses. I had never hunted, let alone seen a Vaalie (the nickname that we give them) and was really keen on the possibility of hunting one of these small king’s of the mountains.
I got back to my home base in Limpopo, after our very successful wingshoot, and immediately started planning the next trip down for the Vaalie. I had recently purchased a custom built .308 on a Warrior chassis that I had done some load development for and was keen on stretching its legs on a real hunt and not just the range. A friend of mine offered to fly us down at the cost of the fuel and I immediately jumped at the opportunity, as it would make the trip a lot more comfortable. We set the dates and all that was left was to sit back and wait for the days to pass.
It was finally the week of the trip and we were due to fly early Thursday morning to be in Graaff Reinet by mid day to be able to still get in an afternoon hunt, as we knew we would need all the time we could get to have the best chance at success in the mountains. Wednesday afternoon came and the weather forecast for Thursday was not looking promising and I had to make the call to cancel the flight and opted to rather leave at 3am by car to be in Graaff Reinet at the scheduled time. I was very glad I did as the weather was not favorable anywhere along the 10 hour drive and it would have delayed us by at least a day if I had not left by car that morning. Not a great way to start the safari, but I was not discouraged.
I arrived at our accommodation, close to where the Eastern, Northern and Western Cape converge, at around 1pm and immediately unpacked and got ready to head out to the mountains. Tim was already there and had set up a great lunch for us to enjoy before heading out. After we finished eating we left for the farm we would be hunting at for the next couple of days and upon arriving we picked up Ronan, the farmer’s son, who would be our mountain guide for the hunt as he knew the farm inside out. Ronan and his family farm with cattle, sheep and goats. The farm has no high fences anywhere and all the game animals are free to roam wherever they like, making this hunt a truly 100% free range experience that would add to the challenge and allure of the Vaal Rhebuck.
That first afternoon we saw a lot of Vaalies and mountain reedbuck, but nothing worth shooting, at least not on the first afternoon. As we headed off the mountain some very cold weather started to move in and shrouded the mountain in a thick cloud as we reached the vehicle.
The next morning we got up at around 6am and had a quick breakfast, and as we looked outside we saw that the clouds from the previous day were still low in the mountains and there was a very gusty South East wind, which normally brings moisture to that area. Not discouraged by the weather we set off to pick up Ronan again, who wanted to look at a different mountain that he hadn’t been to for a while, but which held some good potential. We left the vehicle at the base of the mountain range and started our hike to the top. We immediately got into some Vaalies, but once again there was no ram worth shooting in the group. This trend went on for the rest of the morning, but I must say that I did not expect to see so many Vaalies in one area. It was truly spectacular to watch them through the binoculars and spotting scope.
As we headed back to the vehicle for lunch some more weather moved in and it started to sleet-rain on us. It all sounds miserable, but how can anyone be miserable when out in “big sky” country pursuing ones passion; the scenery was truly breathtaking. After lunch we decided to drive to another part of the farm where Ronan had seen some Vaalie, but never been able to hunt any. We did see some but they were out of the area long before we could even make a plan to stalk up to them. The Vaal Rhebuck has amazing eyesight and usually spotted us long before we ever saw them, and we usually only spotted their white tails as they ran up the mountain and over the other side. Vaalies don’t stick around for long and definitely don’t ask questions or wait around to find out the answer. Another day with many kilometers of rough terrain under our boots, and even though we still did not have our quarry we were not discouraged as we still had one full day left.
It was now Saturday morning and our final day in the mountains. Again, we got up at 6am and had breakfast. The weather at our accommodation was consistent with the previous day’s weather, but fortunately as we crested over the hills towards the mountains we would hunt, it cleared up and was a very pleasant morning. We decided to go back to the mountain we hunted the Thursday afternoon as we had seen a Vaalie that would probably measure about 7-7 1/2 inches, which is a very respectable trophy in anyone’s books. Having discussed a game plan with Ronan we set off and made our way up the mountain. As we peered over a ridge close to the top of the mountain we spooked a herd of 14 (!) mountain reedbuck, which hightailed it down the other side never to be seen again. We inched our way forward and to our surprise there were two Vaal Rhebuck rams still grazing down in the gully where the mountain reedbuck had come from. We got into a position where I could set up and see if it was a shooter. We judged the bigger of the two rams to be about 6 inches and I must say that I was very tempted to shoot. But after all the effort we had put in so far it did not seem right to shoot a sub-par and still-young animal just to be able to say I shot one. I would rather go home empty handed, but with the knowledge that I did everything I could to get one, than to go home with something I wasn’t happy with, so we let the two of them spot us and move off. We continued on and had reached the other end of the mountain before seeing anything again, and all we saw was the white tails of Vaalies that had spotted us long before we saw them (as usual), disappearing over the edge never to be seen again. We were now starting to worry and get discouraged, as there was no sign of the Vaalie we had seen two days before. Heading back on the other side of the mountain we came across the 6 inch ram and his younger companion, and had a serious look at him again. But it still did not feel right. As we watched them disappear off the mountain to our left Tim spotted something on the highest peak about 1km away.
It was the Vaalie that we had been after. He was laying right on the skyline overlooking his kingdom, and had clearly been watching us all morning knowing that we had not seen him and thus we were not a threat. We quickly made a plan for Tim and I to try and stalk him from the back side as Ronan headed to a vantage point where he would try and guide us to the location of the Vaalie. As we headed around and up the far side we unfortunately spooked some Vaalie females that we had not seen prior, and they ran up the mountain. Ronan let us know that our ram had gotten up to look at what was going on. We rushed to get up the mountain in the hope that we could spot the ram before he saw us, but as we crested the mountain he and his companions caught a glimpse of us and headed down the other side. We hurried to the edge of the mountain in the hopes that we could see them as they stopped to give us one last look before disappearing for good. They stopped at 500m and I picked out the one with the biggest horns and squeezed the trigger. A clean miss! I was devastated! There went my only chance so far and I had not taken enough wind drift into consideration. We were now not far from the vehicle and seeing as it was already half-past-one we decided to go down to the vehicle and grab some lunch. We called Ronan to come and meet us at the vehicle. We were only about half way down the mountain when Ronan, who was coming around the mountain from the bottom, contacted us and told us that he had spotted a large Vaalie, probably 8 inches plus, about 1 km away. This was a ram that we had not seen before and it got us excited. Ronan saw where the ram had bedded down; we could not spot him from our location, and he met us at the vehicle for a quick lunch.
Lunch was gobbled down quickly and we were ready to put a stalk on the bedded ram that Ronan had spotted. We proceeded around the base of the mountain hugging a small ledge that managed to conceal us well from the weary eyes of the Vaalie. Once we got to just below where Ronan believed he last saw it, we told him to go and peek over the ledge so it wasn’t too many people that could potentially spook the animal. He peered over the ledge. Nothing! My heart sank a bit but I was hopeful we were just in the wrong place, and we hadn’t heard or seen anything run away yet. Tim got up on the ledge and looked to the left with his binoculars and dropped to his knees whispering “big Vaalie to our left laying down!” and I leopard-crawled to a rock about 10m from our position to get a better view. Once I was set up I started to hear the Vaalie alarm bark and frantically started looking where it was coming from. These little creatures are so well adapted and camouflaged in their habitat that without movement they are invisible. Ronan helped guide me towards the direction of where the Vaalie was standing, as he was the only one who could see it at this point. I finally picked it up in my scope, it was facing me dead on and I remembered Tim saying that the frontal shot is a very difficult one as 4 inches left or right would be a miss on this small animal. He was starring right at me so there was no time to range him or even wait for him to turn, as he then would surely had disappeared up the mountain. I steadied the crosshairs high on his chest at the base of the neck and let the bullet fly. The sound of the bullet impacting was, at that point, one of the most amazing sounds to hear. The recoil took me off the animal and I lifted my head just in time to see the Vaalie go down after having run just a few meters up the mountain.
At that moment I felt Tim jump on me, congratulating and shaking me! I honestly was a bit in shock and couldn’t believe that we had finally done it. I never got a good look at his horns, however I did see that they were thick and passed the ears, because I was just focusing on getting steady and putting in a clean kill shot. Walking up that mountain for the last time was easier than I thought, and it must have been due to the adrenaline that was pumping through my veins. Getting up to a killed animal always holds a mix of sadness and happiness to me, and I am always thankful and filled with respect for the animal that has just given its life for me. Seeing the Vaalie for the first time up close I could not believe how small they actually are, and when I saw the horns on this one I knew he was something very special. I had never seen one up close before and thus didn’t want to have a go at judging the length but they were definitely above average. The fur is more like a rabbit’s fur than that of an antelope and that probably adds to the fact that they are so well camouflaged. Touching him and holding the horns for the first time felt surreal and only after we had set up for photos and started the walk back down the mountain to the vehicle did it really kick in what we had just accomplished. This is one of the trophies that I will cherish the most and definitely one that I have worked the hardest for. But after more than 40km of hiking in two-and-a-half days we had finally done it!
Tim was singing all the way to the vehicle, which lead me to believe there might still be something else he hasn’t told me yet. We got down the mountain, Ronan carrying the Vaalie on his shoulders, and Tim met us with the vehicles by the road. Tim, who also works for Karoo Taxidermy, wanted to get the innards out of the animal as quickly as possible to prevent hair slip as this trophy definitely deserved to be full mounted. Before we got to that it was time to finally measure our hard earned trophy. As Tim put the measuring tape on the horns and I saw the tape get longer and longer I waited in anticipation to see how long they were. 9 2/8th – 9 inches in length and 2 6/8th bases! We were all flabbergasted at what we had just achieved, and I say “we” because it truly was a team effort. Tim admitted to me that he was singing because when he saw the Vaalie laying there on the mountain he had a feeling it would be very close to 9 inches. To put 9 inches (which doesn’t sound like that much) into perspective, a 9 inch Vaalie is like shooting a 60 inch kudu bull! Adding the length and bases of the two horns together put it tied 24th in the SCI Record Book rankings.
After the entrails were removed and we made our way back to the farm house to skin it properly, I looked back at the mountains which were the Vaalie’s kingdom and I thought to myself how privileged I was to be able to pursue such an amazing creature completely free range in its natural environment. Nothing can beat that experience and it will stay with me for the rest of my life. The king of the mountain had fallen but would not be forgot and will be forever preserved to show him the respect that he deserves and allow everyone to revel in his glory.
Hitting the long road back home I couldn’t help but think back to those days spent in the mountains and as hard as it was, it was also satisfying and nourishment for the soul. There is just something about being out in wide-open country pursuing a quarry that has every advantage over you – eyesight, hearing, smell etc – which speaks to the primal nature in our soul. I believe every human needs to tap into this primal instinct every now and then for our souls to stay healthy and whole, and what better way to do this than to pursue the king of the Sneeuberg Mountains.
Tim van Heerden was born and has spent most of his life in the Eastern Cape of South Africa. Apart from being the marketing manager at Karoo Taxidermy in Graaff-Reinet, he offers bird hunting trips to clients from all over the world. He feels most at home in the highlands of the Karoo, especially behind a brace of English Pointers pursuing Greywing Francolin. He also offers Waterfowl hunts, as well as European-style driven Guineafowl hunts in South Africa to discerning clients.
www.karoowingshooting.co.za
wingshootafrica@gmail.com
082 929 5373
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Daybreak finds us sitting close to the camel thorn fire, for the morning air is chilly. Soon the kettle boils and coffee is brewed. Another day on the arid hunting grounds awaits. My hunting friend Lance and I have pursued many animals with some success, but it is the gemsbok, Namibia’s most formidable swordsman, which Lance so dearly longs to track, test his skills against, and hunt…
This particular gemsbok has grazed throughout the night to escape the heat of the desert’s scorched lands. It now stands in the direct sun, with burning sand under its hoofs, shifting its weight now and again. It hasn’t had water on its blackened tongue for weeks. It has maintained its diet by scenting out roots and bulbs, and digging them out of the sand with its strong, sharp, heavy hoofs, quenching its thirst by lucky finds of moisture. When Africa is conjured up in the mind, many see lush savannahs and jungles. But the Kalahari and Namib deserts are regions defined by drought, and they test survival on a daily basis, of both man and beast.
Lance and I have left camp early, grateful for the blessed coolness of morning with its refreshing dew. From years of a semi-sedentary life, he has been unable to cope with discomfort and irritation. We walk in a landscape that consists of vast level plains, haunted by mirages, sand dunes, with arid mountain ranges – usually mere piles of bare rock. Soon the sun sucks the last drop of moisture from the air and sands.
We push on. We see some bustards and snakes, and groups of springbok in the distance. We climb to the top of a small dune, lie down and carefully scan the plains from east to west. A faint breeze swirls over our perspiring bodies. While we lie there, a jackal shambles up the steep slope of loose sand and meets us, face to face. It regards us with bewilderment for a second and then dashes back with a yelp. Lance and I exchange glances as we wordlessly share this moment. The heat has now reached full force with temperatures must be around the 40s.
“Let’s push on and forget about the heat,” I try to motivate my friend. The sun beats down fiercely, and the sand over which we trudge burns through the soles of our shoes. On the right, a small thicket of black sticks becomes visible, standing at various angles. The rest of the gemsbok is out of sight, nothing visible but the long and straight horns. But as we near them, the thicket of “black sticks” becomes agitated. It breaks up, scatters and regroups in smaller thickets. Then the herd of gemsbok swings away at a gallop and speeds upwind, leaving a long trail of dust to mark its course and finally melting into the mirage.
Far off, ahead of the herd, the aristocrat of the desert, a lone bull is resting in the mid-day haze under the scant shade of a tree, surrounded by miniature pyramids of dry gemsbok droppings, where he has marked this area as his territory. He left the herd months ago, leaving the females to their fate. They have their own lethal set of horns to defend themselves and their young. He is old and tired, and the natural instinct to pass on his genes for future herds is long lost. He faces the slight breeze, pants, inhales and exhales rapidly through his nose, a nose lined with a network of small blood vessels that are cooled by the air pulled into the nose to ensure that blood enters his brain at a lower temperature.
Lance and I don’t escape our share of hardship. We carry our own water, but that previously cool refreshment has now warmed to a hot tea temperature. Even so, we drink it gratefully. The heat reflecting off the ground and stones is almost unbearable, but we are able to endure it while moving. But the stillness of the desert and the glare from the surroundings is weighing Lance down.
“Shade – coolness – where is it,” he asks. “Even darkness would be a relief.” I realize that something approaching desperation seizes him, and I feel close to calling it a day and turning back. But then I spot a tree in the distance towards the west. As Lance turns to face a slight breeze, he regains some enthusiasm and puts my thought into words: “Wind in your face, sun at your back.” With renewed hope we turn westward and head for the shady tree. Suddenly, and with our sights set on tree in the distance, three gemsbok calves rise at about sixty meters and stare at us.
About three to four months old, they are a most extraordinary sight. Their necks, chests and flanks are covered with long vivid red hair. They have shaggy red manes and big, black, muzzles; their ears are enormous. Lance mistakes them for lion and becomes terrified, until I tell him what they are. Once his adrenaline rush subsides, we are able to continue. The gemsbok calves gallop off in confusion, sweeping left and right, and finally speeding towards the direction where we last saw the big herd disappear. I admire their agile movements in the rocky terrain, which poses no obstacle for gemsbok – the divisions of their hooves, connected by a strong membrane of muscle, expand widely and stretch apart when they tread on a stone, the membrane serving as a supporting spring.
And then, as we look back to the lone tree with its inviting coolness, I spot the slight movement of a white underbelly beneath it, and whisper excitedly to Lance to look at it though his binoculars. Finally, with sweaty fingers slipping and sliding over the warm binoculars, Lance lays eyes on the striking beast. We gaze at the black and white patterns around its legs and underbelly, the iconic facial markings that deflect the heat and make the gemsbok so stunningly beautiful. It is the result of a long period of evolution to make him attractive in the eyes of the females of his species. He is a mere 200 meters away, still facing away from us.
Lance and I swiftly move closer, he crouched low, my head bent downwards, hoping that the gemsbok will not sense us closing in on him. But when, at 120 meters away from the gemsbok I raise my head to take a quick look, it is as if he had read my mind – the famous sixth sense of the gemsbok has already kicked in. He is facing us now. He stands statue-like, defying his enemy, his muscular shoulders and flanks, tense, his wiry hair erect and quivering. His trumpet-shaped red nostrils seem to exude defiance.
I look at his deadly weapon, the long, slim, pitch-black horns shimmering in the sun, and a quick thought plays with my sub-conscience… that the gemsbok, without breaking his stride, can sweep his formidable horns as quick as lightning and impale anything within a meter on either side of him. And suddenly, at this moment I am not eager for Lance to shoot. It is enough to simply gaze at the impassive face. I, the hunter, who with my friend, so much longed to take this formidable swordsman, now just want to revere him.
The hunter’s instinct is one which is most deeply rooted in the mind of man. As Lance slowly lifts his rifle to his shoulder – a second too late, a deliberate moment too long spent scrutinizing the beast before us. The gemsbok turns and trots off, as if challenging us to follow. Lance follows him only through his scope, lowering his the rifle as the gemsbok pauses on top of a dune It catches the evening breeze, and gazes down on us one last time. I realize that Lance had had the same fleeting emotion pass through him.
Day faded, and the dome of stars seemed to be drawn around us. How intensely still it was, how utterly peaceful, where Lance and I seemed to have reached Nirvana.
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The gemsbok has several interesting peculiarities. Namibians think so highly of the gemsbok Oryx gazella, that the national coat of arms depicts two of these magnificent animals representing courage, elegance and pride, on either side of a shield covered with the national flag. If you see these antelope in their desert surroundings you will immediately understand their prominent place in the hearts of Namibians.
Nov 6, 2020 | Archive, News
A legal market in rhino horn continues to be stubbornly opposed by the South African Government, CITES, the animal rights movement and well-meaning but misguided people all around the world. But demand for rhino horns continues unabated, and the people who want this product have plenty of money. In the absence of a legal market, the horns are simply obtained illegally. And because money is involved, those tasked with protecting the rhino are sometimes themselves sufficiently corrupted to get involved in the illegal trade.
Such betrayal of trust by those who are employed to protect these magnificent creatures is the most nauseating behaviour imaginable on the part of the perpetrators. In September 2020 three SANParks employees were apprehended for rhino poaching in the Kruger National Park (KNP) on the eve of World Rhino Day. Two were caught in the act of dehorning the animal they had just killed. The third suspect is none other than the section ranger of Lower Sabie, who allegedly supplied his two accomplices with the rifle they had used to slaughter the animal. This was reported by Nicolene Smalman in The Lowvelder newspaper.
These fortuitous arrests happened because police and SANParks officials were in the right place at the right time. They were busy with routine operations in the park – visiting old poaching scenes in the Lower Sabie area – collecting DNA and other evidence, when they heard two shots being fired. They immediately went to investigate and made a gruesome discovery. A field guide and the gardener of the section ranger were allegedly busy dehorning a white rhino when the officials stumbled upon them.
They were immediately arrested and a hunting rifle, ammunition, vehicle and poaching equipment were seized. It later emerged that the rifle (a .458 calibre) apparently belonged to the section ranger, who was also arrested. The men were detained in the holding cells at Skukuza Police Station.
Mr Abe Sibiya, acting CEO of SANParks, congratulated the officials who effected the arrests “These send a strong message that officials alleged to be involved in poaching will be arrested and face the full might of the law,” he said. “It is unfortunate that those trusted with the well-being of these animals are alleged to have become the destroyers of the same heritage they have a mandate to protect.”
Even more concerning is that this betrayal of trust seems to extend to members of the South African Police Service (SAPS). Legal Brief Environmental of 4 November 2020 published the following report:
“A Mpumalanga police constable with links to a syndicate allegedly behind ‘massive trafficking’ of poached rhino horns was arrested last week. A News24 report notes that six other suspects, mostly current and former police officers, were arrested in Mpumalanga two days previously. Phenias Lubisi, a former station commander in Skukuza now working at Calcutta; Xolani Lubisi, a former officer at Calcutta; Constable Thembisile Mhlanga, from Skukuza SAPS; Clyde Mnisi, the alleged ‘right hand man’; Petrus Mabuza Mshengu, and former White River SAPS officer Joe Nyalunga, appeared in the White River Magistrate’s Court on charges of theft, conspiracy, illegal buying and selling of rhino horns, corruption and money laundering. The case was postponed.
“The officer arrested last, who works at the Acornhoek Stock Theft Unit, was expected to appear in the Hazyview Magistrate’s Court later in the day. She will face similar charges as her co-accused, Hawks spokesperson Brigadier Hangwani Mulaudzi said. Luxury vehicles, motorbikes, trucks, trailers, generators and equipment worth millions of Rands were seized during the multi-agency swoop. It is alleged that the syndicate operated with almost military precision around the Kruger National Park (KNP), as well as in private and state-owned reserves in KZN and Gauteng. Mulaudzi alleged: ‘These are the guys who organised the snipers. These are the guys who were making millions.’”
When park officials and police officers are themselves involved in the illegal trade in rhino horns, it seems clear that the efforts to prevent the extinction of these beleaguered animals are being completely undermined from within. When will we realise that this war is being lost, and that we need to implement a different strategy? When all the rhinos have been killed? Surely there must be another way to prevent this from happening!
Dr John Ledger is a past Director of the Endangered Wildlife Trust, now a consultant, writer and teacher on the environment, energy and wildlife; he is a columnist for the African Hunting Gazette. He lives in Johannesburg, South Africa.
John.Ledger@wol.co.za
Oct 12, 2020 | News
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Oct 9, 2020 | News
Q: When and where were you born?
A: I was born in Port Elizabeth in 1967. Grew up on a farm in the nearby Paterson area.
Q: How did you get into hunting – what was it that influenced you?
A: My father was not a hunter, however both my grandfathers were and their stories started my interest in hunting. Although I shot my first buck at six years old, I never had much opportunity as a kid for anything besides real small game like birds, rabbits and duiker. At boarding school I met friends who enjoyed hunting and had game farms and this is where it really started. I was already married and dairy farming when one of my buddies suggested we do the PH course for fun, and so we did. To keep our licenses we had to do a hunt per year and it grew from there.
Q: With whom did you train, apprentice and learn from?
A: I did my PH course with Belmont Hunting Academy in 1996; at the same time I started doing an on/off apprenticeship with a local PH. I was lucky enough to travel and hunt with him in SA, Zimbabwe, Zambia, Namibia and Mozambique. I also encountered many other PHs during my career and if you are open to it you can learn something from everyone. Not always good, but bad lessons and “what not to do” can be as valuable as the good and “what to do” lessons.
Q: The early years of professional hunting – where were they?
A: Mostly in the Eastern Cape with occasional trips to Zimbabwe and Mozambique.
Q: What were some of the more embarrassing, fun and interesting experiences?
A: Well, if you do this for any length of time you are bound to make mistakes, and they will usually come just as you start getting confident or over-confident. I think they are there to keep one humble. I remember the one occasion the client and I were laying in the grass watching a Hartebeest bull walking toward us. He disappeared into a very small ravine, actually just a small depression, I put my binos down and told him that when it comes out our side he should go ahead and shoot it. Well of course no client ever misses these shots, so when “it” appeared he shot it and it dropped in its tracks. We were celebrating while walking over only to find when we got there that it was a female. Lesson learned, always, always look again.
Q: Anything you leant about what not to do?
A: Do not ever become too blasé especially when hunting dangerous game. Also never think that you know it all, everyone has something they can teach you.
Q: Which countries/areas have you hunted since then?
A: Mostly Mozambique and other than a few hunts in SA each year, almost exclusively there now. I have also hunted Zimbabwe, Zambia, Namibia and Cameroon.
Q: What were some of the interesting things that happened there?
A: I must say that something interesting happens almost daily in our camp in Mozambique, from chasing lions and elephants out of the local villages to rescuing our livestock from pythons.
Q: Where do you currently hunt and what makes your area and your hunts special?
A: I currently hunt most often in Mozambique, known for some really good crocodiles. I think that most of the true wilderness areas that are left in Africa are special and should be cherished and experienced before they all disappear.
Q: Client hunts, experiences and memories – was there a most annoying, funny, etc., experience?
A: I and another PH once hunted with a client who wanted a buffalo. We would get him up and moving every morning way before sunrise so that we could be where we wanted to be before the sun came up. He complained bitterly about it and kept telling us that we should only be hunting from around nine. We told him that the buffalo would be long gone by then. Well we just were not having much luck and the client had all but given up and wanted to just rest and take it easy on his last day. We however told him that we would be there ready and waiting for him if and when he decided to hunt. So around 08:30 he comes out and says we should try. Well, what do you know, we walked straight into the buffalo and he killed a very good bull and proceeded to tell us’ “I told you so”.
Q: Interesting trophies – run through hunts of various trophies, where they took place, how the hunt went. Mistakes along the way. SNAFUs
A: In my opinion although there will always be some that stand out more than others, all hunts and all trophies are special and memorable. One must remember that the animal is giving up its life for us and that alone is memorable.
It’s been a long journey and there have been many mistakes along the way, both from my side and from the client’s, but this is how we learn.
I must say though that hunting elephant and following wounded buffalo in the thick jesse bush or the thick reed beds of the Zambezi and Luangwa rivers is always very interesting.
A pretty funny story, we were hunting buffalo in coastal Mozambique and coming home one afternoon on the Argo (amphibious vehicle) the client says to me, “I have something in my pants”, I asked him, “something like what?” A snake or lizard was his reply. I looked down and there was about 6 inches of green tail stilling out the bottom of his pants and he had hold of part if it near his knee, so I figured it was a snake. It was bright green so we figured it was either a grass snake or a green mamba. I told him that I would take the tail and on the count of three he should let it go and I will pull it free. Well, there was a timing issue and it slipped out of my hand and went higher up his pants. He now had hold of it very, very close to the groin area. I rolled his pants back and tried to convince him to try that process again. He was not interested in that idea so we cut his pants off around the snake and just as we were about to fling it into the grass it slipped away again and disappeared into the Argo. We pulled out the seats and floor boards looking for the damn snake but could not find it, so we put it all back and carried on toward home. About an hour later the snake pops its head up between the legs of one of the trackers. Well he did not hesitate but flung himself off the vehicle into the swamp and the snake calmly disappeared over the side and into the grass.
Q: Which is your favorite trophy animal to hunt? And why?
A: I really do love hunting buffalo as well as elephant. There is constant stimulation and a constant challenge while tracking and trying to outsmart them. With a lot of other animals there is a lot of downtime in blinds or travelling hours and hours to check baits.
Q: What is the best trophy animal one of your clients ever took?
A: I am certainly not one that rates the success of a hunt or the value of a trophy by were inches. It is about the whole experience, so it is about impossible to say which is the BEST trophy a client ever took.
Q: Tell us about two of your most memorable hunts – without naming names.
A: I accompanied a good client (friend) on a DIY hunt in the Cameroon. It was mostly a walk-in portered type hunt, where you carry all your gear and just hunt as you go. Although we did not get the eland, our main objective, I had a great time. Would do it again in a heartbeat.
One of the others that stands out in my mind is the first one that I did in the swamps of Mozambique, without any amphibious vehicles. It was very physically challenging but also very rewarding at the same time. My client on this hunt was very determined and in great shape. We walked into the swamps three days in a row to find his buffalo as he wanted a really good bull. On the way out we were all relaxed and making quite some noise. All the trackers were talking as they carried the meat out. We stumbled on two old Dagga Boys lying in the saw grass. Very often if it is just one they will charge first and ask questions later, luckily though there were two and it was almost as if time stood still while one was waiting for the other to decide. In the meantime we all took a step back, falling over in the knee-deep water full of elephant holes as we frantically tried to load our rifles. Lucky for us they decided to run off.
I have always been of the opinion that the harder your hunts are the more you treasure them. These are invariably the stories that you will tell the most often.
Q: Tell us about a disaster(s) of a client and what you had to deal with/endure.
A: Firstly, in this job it is imperative to be able to get along with people of all types, kind of like a social chameleon. Secondly, it’s all about managing expectations and that if they have been properly prepared you will find that there really are not that many “disaster” clients.
Having said all of that, we all still get the few that we just seem NOT to be able to please, no matter what we try. I had a client one time that started off the safari by telling me that I must remember that it is all about him and that he does not tip well. I’ll leave it up to your imagination how that safari went.
Q: What are your recommendations on guns, ammo, or equipment for hunting in your current camp(s)?
A: For dangerous game I would recommend that clients use the biggest calibre that they shoot WELL. This in my opinion usually means a .375 with a good scope of somewhere between 1 – 9 magnification. We hunt a lot of crocodiles and although shot placement needs to be precise, I do not like to shoot them in the brain as this destroys a big part of the trophy. I prefer a neck shot and the neck is heavy bone with a lot of blubber around it. I prefer a .375 on this shot too.
Q: Which guns and ammo are you using to back-up on dangerous or wounded game and tell us why?
A: I have carried a variety over the years, a .416 Rigby for a long time but for the past few years I have been using a Heym .500NE and I love it.
Q: What was your closest brush with death? If more than one – go for it and explain!
A: I’m not sure which was closer, a cow elephant charge or a hippo bull. Actually there have been a couple of brushes with hippo. However the one hippo stands out as it is pretty funny. My client (friend) had shot a hippo bull in shallow water but did not kill it, the bull moved off into some deeper water and was surfacing from time to time. We were on a boat and trying to get closer to finish it off. The client was shooting with a double 450/400 and could just not get a good steady shot with the movement of the boat. The bull turned to look at us and then disappeared under the water. I just got this feeling that I should do something, so I began unzipping my rifle bag and took my rifle, a .375 H&H, out. I had barely got it out and was still working the bolt over the side of the boat (sitting down, driving) when the bull surfaced at my right arm with his huge mouth open. I just stuck the rifle barrel into his mouth and pulled the trigger. Luckily it hit his spine and he was done.
Q: If you should suggest one thing to your hunting clients to improve their safari experience, with you, or with anyone else for that matter – what would it be?
A: Learn to roll with the punches that Africa dishes out, do not sweat the small stuff, it’s all part of the experience that is an African Safari.
Q: What would be your dream safari if you have one last safari to go on? (Asked as if you were hunting yourself)
A: Obviously it would all depend on how long the safari could be and how much cash I had, but a Lord Derby Eland is very high up on my list.
Oct 9, 2020 | News
Of all the issues that get people worked up into a frenzy of indignation, elephant trophy hunting is high on the list. When Botswana recently announced that it would be opening up elephant hunting after years of the activity being banned, animals-rights activists and the media were quick to respond with highly emotive headlines condemning this as something quite outrageous. But wildlife biological scientists, who one would expect to be detached and objective about such matters, have themselves proven to be fallible to emotive and biased viewpoints.
In a fascinating new article by Gail Thomson, first published here: http://conservationnamibia.com/blog/b2020-elephant-balancing-act.php the author looks at the work of scientists on the biology of elephants in Botswana. Their observations are that old males who have left behind their genetic legacy are less important in elephant society than the matriarchs.
Gail observes that there seems to be no reason why these old bulls should not be hunted. But the authors of the scientific study conclude that old bulls should be afforded the same level of protection as the matriarch, thereby contradicting their own findings.
At the same time, other research into how human societies in Botswana respond to the impact of elephants on their lives and livelihood has shown clearly that this dimension is equally worthy of consideration of the Botswana government, in trying to manage the elephant balancing act.
Human-elephant seesaw (copyright Gail Thomson)
I encourage you to read the original article by accessing the link above – there are some great photographs and lots of good sense. Here we offer a few extracts from a really thoughtful article.
“Elephants are amazing animals. Besides being the largest land animal on our planet, they have relatively complex societies and appear to have individual personalities. Watching elephants in their natural habitat is a joy for those of us who can do so at our leisure, from a safe distance or with a knowledgeable guide. For those who face the real danger of meeting an elephant on foot at night while walking home, elephants can be terrifying.
“It is no wonder that the idea of hunting elephants is a sensitive one, and that the people who spend much of their time observing these ponderous, loveable beasts want to do everything in their power to protect them. There is also little wonder that people living with elephants want them to be more controlled – to stay away from their crop fields and houses. Yet, as with many things, how you see an elephant is a matter of perspective and managing this species must take vastly different perspectives into account, along with the relevant science.”
Gail refers to a recent study by Allen et al. titled Importance of old bulls: leaders and followers in collective movements of all‑male groups in African savannah elephants published here: https://www.nature.com/articles/s41598-020-70682-y.pdf.
“In terms of their function in elephant society, then, it is reasonable to say that older females (matriarchs or soon-to-be matriarchs) are more important than older males, although it is certainly not advisable to remove all older males from the population. The scientific evidence showing that older male elephants have a role to play is important, and should certainly be incorporated in elephant management plans – no subpopulation of elephants should be left without mature elephant bulls.
“Yet Allen et al. do not stick to their scientific findings in the concluding remarks of their paper, as they state: ‘We argue mature bulls occupy a similar role in male elephant society as old female matriarchs in breeding herds and require equal protection” (emphasis mine). They further argue that the quota of 400 male elephants set by Botswana for 2020 “would not be sustainable”. With that, they stepped out of elephant biology and into the human realm of policy.
“While the results of good biological research such as those summarised above must be incorporated into animal management, the views of animal researchers must be considered alongside the views of other stakeholders. The conclusions regarding elephant hunting (but not the results or other conclusions based on their data) of Allen et al. are clearly personal views, and should be considered as such. Furthermore, biological science is not the only scientific discipline that should inform animal management policies.
“After reading the article by Allen et al. on male elephants near the Boteti River, I looked for an article on people living near the same river to get the other side of the story. Interestingly, both studies included one author (a different person in each one) from the non-governmental organisation Elephants for Africa, which is working to reduce human-elephant conflict in this area, and clearly understands both the elephant and human dimensions of this situation.
“The researchers wanted to know how the presence of elephants impacted the people living along the Boteti River. They went deeper than the usual tallying up of elephant damages (e.g. destroying crops or breaking fences) and also asked their 61 respondents about the impact of elephants on their personal security and freedom, physical and mental health, and relations with their families and the government.
“They found that 72% of their respondents felt unsafe around elephants and that the presence of the elephants limited their freedom of movement, especially at night. Even more worryingly, 90% reported that the damages caused by elephants to crops threatened their food security. Food is expensive in Botswana relative to the earning power of rural people, so not having a good yield from their crops means that these subsistence farmers may not have enough to eat, as their sources of cash income are limited.
“Nearly two-thirds (63%) of interviewees said that their access to water was hampered by the presence of elephants at the Boteti River. While limiting their access to food and water was a clear physical health concern, a quarter of the interviewees also reported an intense fear of elephants – thus affecting their mental health.
“I hope we can all agree that no one wants human-wildlife conflict to escalate to the point of no return. If so, some compromises between the different human-interest groups must be made. Within strictly protected National Parks, elephants and other animals should be allowed to continue their lives as unimpeded by human activities as possible (tourism can, and does, cause some issues but this should be minimised by managing the humans, rather than the animals). Outside the Parks, we need to be more flexible.
“The existence of wildlife in human farmlands relies directly on the level of tolerance farmers have for it. Our efforts should therefore focus on maximising tolerance, which is achieved primarily through listening carefully to the concerns raised by the people in question and genuinely making an effort to address these. As a rule of thumb, we should aim to reduce the costs people experience and increase the benefits they derive from the presence of wildlife.
“Achieving either or both of these goals may require the sacrifice of a few individual animals – e.g. killing or translocating particular individuals that habitually cause conflict (reducing the cost), or allowing a few older males to be hunted by foreigners and thereby generate income and meat for the affected community (increasing the benefit).
“Elephant behaviour and society are complicated things that will no doubt continue to attract the attention and fascination of many scientists. Yet understanding and mitigating human-elephant conflict is more complicated still. Countries that must find the delicate balance between the rights of their citizens and their responsibility for conserving biodiversity should be supported, particularly by providing sound scientific evidence on both the elephant and human dimensions of the problem.
“Scientific findings should not be used as a club to beat countries into making policy changes, and scientists must realise that their perspectives on elephants are not the only ones that matter. Constructive engagement between policymakers, affected communities and scientists cannot happen if we ignore each other’s perspectives and real concerns. While the international media is partly to blame for making a difficult situation worse, each party can choose to either stoke the fires of conflict or douse the flames by trying to understand the other side’s point of view. Perhaps the proverbial question should not be “how do you eat an elephant?” but “how do you see an elephant?”
Dr John Ledger is a past Director of the Endangered Wildlife Trust, now a consultant, writer and teacher on the environment, energy and wildlife; he is a columnist for the African Hunting Gazette. He lives in Johannesburg, South Africa. John.Ledger@wol.co.za
Oct 7, 2020 | News
Contact: (Owner/Manager) Steve Collett
Address: 15 Josiah Chinamano Road, Belmont, Bulawayo Zimbabwe
Tel Office: +263 29 2885 868 or +263 29 2885 349
Mobile: +263 712 220 966 or +27 648459117
Email: stevecwa14@gmail.com
Website: collettswildlifeartistry.com
Tell us a little about your operation
How it started and how we got into the industry…
It all happened by chance when I was offered an opportunity to travel to the Unites States after school to learn the art of Taxidermy due to my artistic ability. This was not a career I had in mind to follow, none the less I was interested in the experience. In early 1998 I started that journey. I continued with this for a year but then took a break from the industry from 2000 to 2002, but it was during this time that I decided this is what I wanted to do and continued my training until 2003 when I started my own shop in Bulawayo, Zimbabwe.
By 2017 I had enough of a reputation to start a second shop in Pretoria and here we are growing our second venture.
How many years have you been in the business?
We have now been in business for 18 years.
What are your favourite mounts & why?
Besides the big cats such as leopard and lion, which we did not have unlimited opportunity with, I would have to say that buffalo are my favourite. They are incredible animals with character that supersedes all others. There are not two that looks alike therefore we are forced to custom every mount.
What are your specialty areas that you have in the business?
We are a custom taxidermy studio where we take standard forms and create custom pieces where no two pieces are alike. From full taxidermy to an array of bespoke leather products and skull art, all from in-house. The passion we put into our artistry is beyond any commercial standard and make us different to of our competitors.
Current processes offered
- Pick up & collect trophies: Yes
- Maximum distance offered to collect trophies: We will collect nationwide if necessary
- Own tanning facilities: Yes
- Do you buy in forms or sculpt your own or both? Sculpt our own
Delivery time (approximate)
- Dip and Pack: 3 to 4 months
- European mounts: local: 6-8 weeks; international: 3 months
- Shoulder mounts: large international: 14-16 months; small international: 9-12 months; large local: 12-14 months; small local: 6-9 months
- Full mounts: same timelines as the shoulder mounts
Trophy gallery
Oct 6, 2020 | News
In the early eighties, the history of the Khomas Hochland Conservancy began. The Conservancy was founded to get neighboring farmers together and to reintroduce game species into the area. It was an important step to get the farmers together to combine the interests of game and cattle farmers.
The Khomas Hochland Conservancy is situated about 50 km west of Windhoek. The C28 to Swakopmund marks the southern border and the D1958 bordering the northeast. The highest point in the area is the 2,044 metre-high Khomaskop. Several rivers cross the area which makes the Khomas Hochland a real paradise for several game species. In particular, kudu bulls roam the area, as well as gemsbok, red hartebeest, mountain zebras, springbok, warthog, steenbok, and black and blue wildebeest.
The combination of wide open plains and mountains with heights from 1,230 metres to 2,044 metres makes the area the perfect destination for hunters who are dreaming of hunting the African bush.
Since the Khomas Hochland Conservancy was founded, more and more farms joined the community. In the beginning, the Conservancy area was 75,000 hectares. Today the area has increased to 175,000 hectares which is about half the size of the Yosemite National Park, with an estimated 25,000 game animals.
Working together in a community like the Conservancy makes it possible to develop the area and to take care of the wildlife and the local people. The aim is to manage and to improve the game population, and to hunt sustainably for a healthy game population in the whole area and for future generations.
To learn more about Philip, check out his Q&A: On safari with… Philip Hennings
