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Hello

Here are a couple of pictures of a buffalo cow taken by Weldon Schenck, in Chewore in the early 90’s, with Roger Whittall Safaris. I think you’ll all agree that it’s a remarkable specimen. There is also an interesting little story behind the taking of it.

During the course of his highly successful maiden safari with RWS, Weldon and the guys he was hunting with spotted this old cow in a herd as huge as only Chewore herds can get. Naturally, from the moment he saw it, Weldon wanted that buffalo. Unfortunately, there were no spare cow tags available that season. The hunters observed the cow for as long as possible, which was a fair time as the herd was moving slowly over relatively open country and the wind was good. One thing that was noted was how the cow grazed on slopes and mounds – she simply could not get lips to short grass on flat ground!

Weldon’s safari ended and he returned home to South Carolina. But, try as he may, he could not get that cow out of his mind. Then followed plans to return and a number of phone calls to Roger Whittall, as a return to Chewore was pieced together. During the course of these calls, talk of the buffalo cow often took place. Was the cow dead? She had seemed very old and there are many lions in Chewore. Maybe someone else would shoot her? Surely nobody with a cow tag could pass her up? If she was alive, what chance was there that she could be found again in an area as vast and rugged as Chewore? Weldon knew his only chance of figuring out the answers was to return to Chewore. Two years after his first trip, he did exactly that.

Roger assigned our company big game hunting guru, Magara Dirapenga, to Weldon for that hunt. Everyone knew that if anyone could find that cow, it would be Magara. Days and days of hard hunting ensued, and thousand of buffalo were looked at. Eventually the hunters struck gold, and now the awesome trophy that was the result of that two year quest hangs above the fireplace in the Hammond Camp, here in the Save Conservancy.

An aside: Those first two hunting trips of Weldon’s set the tone for what is today a very strong bond between the Schenck family and this country. The Schencks have owned Hammond for over a dozen years now and my parents manage it for them. This family has done a great deal of good for many people in this area. I know I speak for those many when I say how grateful we all are. I find it remarkable that good people like these put their effort and money into protecting and developing this little patch of darkest Africa, when they certainly don’t need to. Especially now, as the last bulb dims and flickers and it becomes darker still…..

Well, I thought you may be interested in that little tale of hunting determination. The lesson I see here is go and find what you want, and don’t give up. This has got me to wondering what this cow measures? I’ll check in the morning.

Have a good day

Dave

Great photos and story behind it.

Dave,
Thanks for the pictures and the story behind a unique trophy.

That is as non typical as a buff can get I suppose.

Outstanding!

David:

Your story has brought back a flood of memories from my first safari at Hammond Camp. Those late night discussions with George concerning world history were great. Jonathan serving me another Castle...while stoking the fire. What a wonderful place.

You have a gem there and I'm not just talking about the cow over the fireplace! I hope I can return there someday and see your folks again.

Dr Tim

We also hope you can return to Hammond, Sir. The fire will be stoked and hot and the castle chilled to your liking. Best regards from all the Hulmes.

Dave