Featured Hunt Stories:
Oh, Those Golden Days Of East African Safaris
My PH leading the way, I am crawling through the hot sand to my oblivious quarry, not 200 yards distant. He is a bull giant eland, and I can barely see him for the maze of bushy obstacles. We peak our heads around a small outcropping, and there it is, a giraffe! The giraffe studies us for a second, turns and runs, taking every other animal in the vicinity with him. I never saw that eland again, nor any other eland during that safari in Kenya, some 33 years ago. Fast forward to May, 2009.
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The Grey Ghost
May 2009 was our third trip to Thaba Mmoyo Safaris in South Africa. All three of our visits have been in the latter part of May the Fall season in this southern hemisphere, a time of cool, clear mornings and warm sunny days, a far cry from the cold, damp days of May in Alaska.
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Don't Judge A Book By Her Cover
My journey begins 3 years ago when my friend Marc and his wife Mary return from their second safari to South Africa with Thaba Mmoyo Safaris. Their pictures and stories triggered an excitement in me I had not felt in years since my father/hunting partner of more than 38 years passed away. Immediately after their return they began planning a third trip. This time I would not be left out. One year later we were booking our seven day safari with Thaba Mmoyo.
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Hunting For Zebra, But Let's See What Else Jumps Out Of The Bush
The afternoon of May 27 we returned to Fanie’s father’s property to hunt zebra. This particular ecosystem was dominated by grass species about 2 – 3 feet high, interspersed with small and large thorny shrubs and small trees. Willie was the professional hunter and Samson the tracker. The tracker dog-in-training, Magnum, who normally accompanied us, was with another group that day. We dismounted from the Toyota Land Cruiser, and as we walked about 150 yards into the grassy plain, we saw several springbok; one was a mature male. Because I was hunting for a zebra, Willie said, “Are you interested in the springbok?”, and I nodded. Thus, we began stalking the springboks by crouching through the grasses until we approached a shrub line where we could remain out of sight of the game.
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