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One Week in the Books

I think, it has been one week. We seem to have lost a day somewhere. I think....

So, Saturday was for warthog hunting. The plan WAS to get up, be in the blind by sun up and wait for pigs. The plan WAS a good one, it just didn't work out that way. I set my alarm for 6:30 p.m., Sparky was snoring happily when I got up at 9:00 and continued to do so until woke up at 10:30, Daniel and Joost were sitting in the lodge, watching rugby on TV and re-hydrating. Tammy was unavailable for comment, having being unceremoniously delivered to her room when we got home, whenever that was.
We had cereal and headed out to build blinds. A previous hunt there had left some blinds in place, but we built a couple more. The plan was to sit over waterholes and watch for pigs. This was not an easy activity. The waterholes are what we call dugouts and they were huge. Shots could be from point blank to 200 yards, and taken from precarious perches in prickly blinds.
We went back and had a late lunch and were in the blinds around 2. Daniel and I sat a waterhole which would have provided difficult shots, had any been available. Instead, I took pictures of Egyptian geese, cranes, herons, francolin, bugs, plants, etc.
Sparky and his PH were in an elevated blind and the excitement they had involved a crocodile sunning on the bank of their waterhole. They, too, didn't have any acceptable targets come to water, so the day went unpolluted by gunfire. BUT, the day wasn't over.
When Sparky and I were organizing this adventure, we filled in a survey with our dream species. My list included porcupines, which are large and mutated versions of what we have in Canada. Joost knew this guy that worked somewhere that did something, etc., etc.. In the end, we headed to a large farm outside of Hoedspruit for a spotlight hunt for porcupines.
We met our hosts, climbed into their bucky, got our shooting instructions (kill all porcupines, kill all pigs, don't shoot the antelope), and headed off. The farm owner was on the spotlight and we headed to a potato patch. Our first field produced our first quill pig. I blasted it four times with #4 birdshot and hardly slowed him down. Joost's buddy handed me a round of 000 buck, and the porcupine was done. (We changed to 000 for the rest of the evening). I posed for pictures with my unique trophy and we continued on our way. My next porky was a one-shot kill, the third was another single shot, and then Sparky claimed the last one. No pigs were seen, so Sparky's big gun went unfired.
The farm raised citrus fruit and potatoes, and the porkys were wreaking havov on the spuds. It was a great experience for us, and a good thing for our host who really, really hated porcupines.
Off to the lodge and then up for early morning waterholing.

Posted by morganhart 02:52 Archived in South Africa

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