My Hippo Hunt Adventure

by Bertus Pretorius and written by Willem Pretorius
(Bahrain)

Hippo Hunting

Hippo Hunting

Hippo Hunting



During the winter of 2012, my good friend asked me whether I could help his uncle out who got a big problem with a rogue hippo that was destroying his green corn. The farm is in the Alma area of Limpopo and they wanted me to shoot the hippo who was terrorizing all and sundry. It had also occupied one of the dams on the farm. Well, he is my best friend after all, and with such a plea for help, how could I refuse?

First ,I did a lot of research on the hippo as it is a very dangerous animal. Some of Southern Africa's professional hunter's associations have added the hippopotamus to their list of dangerous game and rightfully so! It annually kills more people in Africa than all of the members of the big 5 combined.

After reading what PHASA said about hunting the hippo, I knew that I had my work cut out for me, and that I must be extremely careful and cautious....

Normally the bulls are hunted as trophies and as they spend most of their time in the water, identifying the bulls can at best be difficult. The bull's head will be slightly larger than the cow's and he will exhibit two, not so prominent humps on either side of his nose where his large lower tusks fit into his upper jaw. When hunting hippo, by all means use enough rifle, and when hunted in the water, as I have described, your shot placement must be dead on. The triangular indentation just above the eyes is your aim-point and a shot placed here will penetrate the brain and anchor this large 'water-horse', as his name translates. From the side, aim just below the ear. The hippo will sink beneath the water but float back to the surface within about an hour or so, making his recovery possible. Use extreme caution here, as where you find hippo, you will almost be sure to find the Nile crocodile, whose nasty disposition I don't believe I need elaborate on. Sight your rifle in dead-on - your shot must be made with pinpoint accuracy.

Well, there you have it, I felt very excited but also very humble that I got this opportunity as a young hunter so early in my hunting career.

After discussing the hunt with my dad and grandfather, I took one of my best friends, Jandre Tappa with me on the hunt and we left Nylstroom before 10:00 am in the morning. We travelled on the Heuningfontein road with only a borrowed .308 rifle and 4 bullets. When we arrived on the farm, just over an hour later, we immediately went to the homestead to greet the owner and to inform him that we will be at the dam trying to hunt the hippo.

When we approached the dam I saw a lot of Bloekom or Blue gum (Eucalyptus) trees, and then the excitement really kicked in. I again realized how fortunate I was, because where else on earth could you hunt a hippo for free, and so near to home as well?

My friend who organized the hunt, went with us to the dam. I was relieved, when I saw the water through the trees, that it was not a very big dam.

We sneaked closer and with the binoculars soon spotted the hippo in the water on the other side.

While observing him, we noticed that he went closer to the edge of the water. My friend informed us that it was now going to leave the water to graze and to take a nap.
We quickly got our gear in order and Tappa had to remove his light shirt and apply some mud, as it was a dead give-away.
We cautiously and nervously stalked through a dense reed area around the dam to where the hippo had exited the dam. The reeds were very dense and high and all we could see, 3-4 meters in front of us, were more dense reeds.
After another couple of meters, as we neared the edge of the reed bed, my friend stopped us and pointed a bit to our right. We could vaguely see the outline of the hippo through the reeds, about 8 m from us. We were uncertain and could not determine in which direction he was facing and assumed it was to our right, towards the water.

Suddenly the wind changed and the hippo jumped up and charged into the water. He was, all the while, facing in our direction and could even possibly have seen us, in front of his nose, in the reeds.

After about 5 minutes the hippo's head appeared above the water about 50-60m away. Just a small piece of it's head was visible above the water and I didn't have a shot. When it's head came up for the third time, I decided to take the shot. I took aim at the very small visible target just in front of the ear and squeezed the trigger, but to my amazement a fountain of water erupted behind the hippo. I'd missed and shot over it's head. He disappeared under the water and resurfaced about 110 m further on in the dam.

I carefully aimed and fired my second shot. It later transpired that it was also a miss, but we thought that I got him then. We walked back to the truck and waited for him to float to the surface. After about 50 minutes my friend saw his head again appear above the water.

I was feeling totally miserable at this stage when I realized that I'd missed my second shot as well.

We stalked to near the place where he had disappeared under the water and waited in concealment. Suddenly he submerged about 60 m away and we could see that he was oblivious of our presence, camouflaged between the shrubs and tall grasses on the bank of the dam.

This time I held my aim lower just in front of the ear, and when my 3rd shot rang out we could distinctly hear that it was a good shot.

With a huge splash he bounced out of the water and to the one side and then disappeared under the water. Again we went back to the truck to wait.

After a full hour and 25 minutes we saw him breaking the surface, floating.

We called the landowner to come with his tractor to pull the hippo out of the water and then we called two other friends who wanted the meat.

But now another scary moment awaits me. I had to swim to the floating hippo and fasten a rope around his leg so that the tractor could pull him out.

I was not very keen on this, but my friend who had been on hippo hunts before, convinced me that this hippo was definitely dead.

Reluctantly I stripped and went into the water. When I felt the grass and other submerged material clinging to my body under the water, I told myself that there is not a chance at all that I could out-swim this hippo if he proved to be still alive!

I can tell you that without a doubt, swimming towards that floating carcass that becomes bigger and bigger as I came nearer, will be among the scariest moments that I've ever experienced in my life!

About 5m from the hippo we stopped swimming and my friend threw some mud at the carcass. I asked him what the meaning of this mud throwing is as we are by that time nearly next to the hippo in the water. He just smiled at me and told me that he declared the hippo officially dead.

I told him that I would only believe him if he swam forward in the water and touched the hippo first.

After a couple of moments hesitation, as we were both very scared at that moment and in that situation so close to the floating hippo, he swam the small distance to the hippo touched it and then proceeded to climb on top of it.

I then also swam forward and fastened the rope around one of it's legs.

Once the tractor had pulled it out of the water we could really closely examine it for the first time. Let me tell you, it was huge! Just imagine the brave people of old hunting this beast with only a spear!

When I looked into it's mouth and saw the size of it's teeth, I shivered again as I thought back of swimming towards it in murky water with all types of things touching my body under the water.

We took some photographs of the hippo and bravely joked with each other around the carcass.

We then started the huge task of butchering this hippo bull.
First we fastened the rope to a sturdy nearby tree and then struggled to turn it on its back. I would guess the skin was at least 10cm thick and we had to re-sharpen our knives very often.

A hippo has beautiful red meat, not unlike that of a domestic cow. The most surprising aspect of the meat to me however was its distinct pleasant smell not unlike milk!

We worked at skinning and butchering the huge carcass for a couple of hours and it was well after dark before we were done. We packed all the meat into a trailer to transport it to 'civilization.
I couldn't help but think of my fore fathers, and how they hunted hippo, and the huge risks to life and limb that they had to face to take on a hippo hunt.

I was very happy and thankful for this opportunity to hunt a hippo so early in my life and hunting career and that everything worked out perfectly in the end.




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