Hunting In The Selous With The Vincents, August - September 2006

Part III

Checking for buffalo tracks. Walter is in the foreground, and as usual, is giving all of us a hard time. The day before we left him in the truck in the morning, and did not get back to him until late in the afternoon. We had lunch at 5, and he was not too impressed with that at all.

An impala with a broken horn.

Enrique with his wildebeest. Pete, his PH, Rama, his tracker, Enrique, Mama Salama, the game scout, and Anna-Marie

Pete trying to hunt fish with his bow and arrow. He did get some fish, but, I am not sure whether he speared them or caught them the old fashioned way by a hook.

Amazing! Mama Salama is reading a book with the aid of a pair of binoculars!

Chris and his buffalo. He shot it with his 470 Mbogo, and the one recovered bullet looked absolutely fantastic the way it had expanded. I am sure he will tell us more when he returns.

Don's buffalo. I don't have much detail on Don's hunt, but, again, I am sure he will tell us more when he returns.

There was no shortage of hippos in the concession. Everywhere one looked on the river one could see literally hundreds of them. We wanted to shoot a croc, but the big crocs were not co-operating. We could see so many small one, but none of the really old ones that make a great trophy. So we thought of putting some bait for them. A hippo offered plenty of meat, and was available any place we wished to put a bait. On this particular day, we drove to the river where we though a good chance of croc might be had, and saw this old bull get out of a deep area in the river and walk away from us. He was about 140 yards away, and as he turned I put a bullet into his head. He dropped down. I put another one into his spine, as he was facing away from us. And then a third one for good measure.

This was the first hippo we have seen that had his lower teeth protrude from his mouth.

His teeth have cut a slot in his upper lip on one side, and a hole on the other

Rolling the hippo to where we wanted to cut him up. Trouble was there was a deep pool we had to cross, and that pool had some hippos in it. Roy stood guard. The bottom was very slippery, and one had quite a job staying upright

While all this was happening, Walter stayed on the bank, keeping his feet dry and saying "NUTS! You are all NUTS! Can't you all see how many crocs and hippos there in the river?" He had three digital cameras and one video camera around his neck. And the best part is he took about a dozen photos throughout the trip!

A bit of a fight between the vultures and marabou storks as they fed on the stomach of a buffalo we have shot.

An old buffalo bull wondering what the hell we are

This is the first animal we shot this year. We found this bull on his own, and a bullet into his chest as he was facing us made him bait for the lions

Our creative master finding good use for an old hipbone!

Enrique and his buffalo. This was Enrique's first African hunt, and Dwight, who has been on many hunts before, was giving him all sorts of advice, just as we gave him on his first hunt. None of this advice is necessarily useful in any way!

Saedi, our game scout, utilizing a bush for a chair!

All eyes are looking for a big croc

Walter at his BBQ. I am not sure what he was saying, as Rene seems to be enjoying it!

This is how Saedi kept his rifle in the truck. He had an old inner tube piece, which he wrapped around something on the truck. He had a hole in this peace of rubber, and he stuck a piece of wood as you can see through it, and into the barrel of his rifle.

An old bull with horns shorter than his ears! A perfect OUTER CIRCLE candidate!

And if that was not enough, he also had no tail!

And his ears were absolutely full of ticks!

Walter and his pig! A WALTERABLE pig! He just stood there for Walter to shoot him. Everyone was saying this pig was committing suicide!

I shot this impala for Walter's BBQ menu. You can see how wide his horns are.

Saedi preparing impala liver and heart for our lunch. And very delicious it was too.

These Bladetech knives came in very handy in skinning the buffalo. They held their edge very well.

Walter and one of his impalas

Late afternoon view from our camp