by Paul Atkins
(Kotzebue, AK)
Big Buck Odyssey
By
Paul D. Atkins
For many North American hunters the title of this story might bring whitetail deer to mind, but it’s not about whitetails. Back in the 90’s when I was somewhat younger I ventured into a sporting goods store and happened to notice a video titled “An American Whitetail Hunter Bow Hunts Africa”. I took it home, watched it and was amazed at all the different African species a guy could hunt with a bow and arrow. I about wore that tape out, but I vowed that someday I would go to Africa and hunt plains game. That was 15 years ago, but since that time I have made the trip twice with a third trip on the way.
My last African odyssey occurred last summer where I had the opportunity to go back and once again bow hunt the Dark Continent. I love everything about Africa, from the cold mornings in the blind, to the people, to the evenings back in camp, at times it seems almost like a dream.
On this trip and by no coincidence my want list included a lot of animals that ended with the word “buck” and to say the least the experience was incredible. On my first trip to Africa I took the normal fare of Kudu, Zebra, and Impala, but this time I wanted to bow hunt many of the “bucks” that eluded me the first time.
My hunt with Dries Visser Safaris was scheduled for ten days and I knew it would probably take all ten to find most of my quarry. At the top of my list was the Waterbuck and next to Kudu they’re probably one of the most sought after and intriguing big antelopes in Africa. Big bodied with long forward sweeping horns makes him a very unique and formidable target. Waterbuck require a minimum of seven days and with my expectations of a 30 incher it would probably take all seven. Hein Lottering my ph, who I consider one of the best in Africa, told me that if I were patient and held out we would probably find the buck I was looking for.
There are many great things about Africa, the sights, the sounds, the people, but most of all its the different species of animals that you’ll encounter each and every day, its truly incredible. While pursuing one animal today you might run into ten more that you didn’t even think of hunting or might not even recognize. The other great thing is that if you do find something that you would like to chase you can, it’s just plain awesome!
My first three days in camp were devoted totally to Bushbuck, but things were a bit slow. The area I was hunting received a rare rain shower the week before and with things being a bit wet, the waterholes were somewhat silent. I did see Kudu, Impala and many of the animals I took the first time, but no Bushbuck.
We didn’t know it, but on day four while sitting in a pop-up blind our luck was about to change. The blind itself had been set-up the day before due to Lucky, my tracker, locating several Bushbuck on a routine scouting trip near some rock infested hills close to camp. Bushbuck are wary creatures that like to hang out in and around trees and brush, very much like whitetail-deer. We got to the blind early that morning only to sit and watch the small waterhole for eight long hours. The blind wasn’t the most comfortable either, as it set at a hard angle and it was quite a feat just to stay upright in the canvas chairs.
Right at 4pm things started to happen as a couple of females started making their way towards the blind. Following in behind them was the animal we were after, a male Bushbuck who, after close inspection, fit the bill as a true trophy and would due if we could make it all work. As he inched closer he circled below us and decided to get a drink. It would be an awkward shot, as I had to turn to my right and shoot through the small window in the blind. As he moved across at eight yards I whistled, but he didn’t really stop. The arrow was on, but a tad bit high.
The bushbuck busted out of there and into the thick stuff. We felt like the shot was good, but it was hard to tell. After a half hour we decided to go and have a look. We found blood, but no buck. I was sick, my first arrow of the safari, but nothing at the end of it. We tracked until dark, marked the last spot of blood and headed to camp. What a long night for me.
The next morning we were up early to continue the tracking job. Aided with my tracker Lucky and Hein my ph we continued where we left off. Within an hour we found my buck not far from where we last seen blood. What a relief! I hate wounding game, so I was overjoyed in finding him. My Bushbuck measured a respectable 14 5/8 inches, the first buck of the safari.
That afternoon we left and went to Dries main camp, the Citadel. After dropping off some gear and a short drive we were sitting in one of their spacious blinds looking at several tremendous Kudu bulls. Hein knew this blind also harbored a big waterbuck and we hoped that we were not too late for a meeting at the waterhole. After a couple hours and several smaller bulls later the big boy did not show, but tomorrow was a new day.
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