Was the last spot you hunted Borakalalo?

Today we are hunting Kudu and Zebra at Lumarie. This was the only place the fence bothered me. The property was immense but when you came to the fence you knew it. No kudu bulls were ever seen on this place but we went after zebra five times, one time we stood and watched a stallion swing his thingy at us at 80 yds for an hour and a quarter. It was a standoff with a bush covering his front half. When the breeze hit our necks Paul said game over in 30 seconds, we knew there were other zebra there and the bush exploded with them.

On the sixth try we finally got one standing 200yds quartering towards me. My only bad shot, got him right on the offside shoulder(he moved when I shot?). Two miles and two and a half hours later the trackers made us run and we forced him into a creek. With the bad shoulder he could not get up the other side.
He was a beauty, almost no shadow stripes. I really under estimated this trophy.


The next two days we concentrated on Kudu and Wildebeast, we saw many young Kudu bulls and a very large one that had about four inches broken off his right side. After the Nyala paul was very clear that I was not to shoot. No chances in two day left us both a little frustrated, I could tell Paul was really feeling it. For some reason I was able to accept that I might not get a Kudu and told him, " look I am in Africa, if it does not happen that's ok"

The Last Day
I ahve a back injury from work twenty years ago, when it flares up I am in big trouble as far as physical activity. I wake up and can not move. Rena helps me out of bed and I take more advil than I will ever admit to. I get to the truck and Paul wants to call it off(we have a 90 minute drive to where we are going to hunt). I ttold him just drive and we will see, besides Rena needs a Wildebeast.
When we got there I fell out of the truck and started to walk back and forth until the guide got there(45 minutes). I can walk but know it is going to be bad.

We wnet for Wildebeast first, they checked out two herds, no shooters to be found. He called for the truck and when we got to them and opened a coke the tracker motioned towards the horizon. Here comes this dandy heading for the herd from about 500yds away. Paul tells Rena that she has hunted a hard as possible and not get one, this guy is going to pass within 200 yds and it is up to you. She looks around for a minute and says ok. What a shot 200yds right through the heart. No shooting from the truck but hell when you get back to the truck and there he is, we'll take that!!!


It's 10 am and now down to Kudu, we travel 15ks to another part of the property. Because I can no longer ride we are going to go up the mountain and walk the road and glass uphill, paul said it will be between 100 and 250 yds if we see one. We are almost there when the truck stops and Kate(my daughter) points out the window at this Kudu standing 30 yds away. we almost drive past because every one is looking up hill. I fall out of the truck and get to the front. I am thinking we are going to have to go after him and try for him as goes uphill, but all of a sudden we realize he is standing 50 yds away right on the edge of the road. Paul said get on him and then siad he's good take him if you get a shot.
I will remember this as long as I live. I am thinking to myself I know exactly what he is going to do, one big jump across the road and he will be gone. One big jump, I catch him in mid-air right in the neck. He hits the ground dead and Rena has the whole thing on video.


Our hunt is over and we feel like the luckiest people in the whole world.

We really do envy those who will be going on their first safari, they have so much to look forward to.

Keith, Rena, and Kate Prowell