Dates - October 21 - 27, 2013

PH - Andrew Baldry

Rifle - Ruger M77 African 375

Ammunition - Factory 300 grain DGX


First off, I would like to thank Aaron Neilson who I had originally booked a hunt with prior to this hunt commencing. It was also a DG hunt however my needs or rather wants regarding animals changed over the coarse of a year and as I had booked so far in advance he was able to place my deposit with Andrew Baldry instead.

Anyone looking to place trust in a booking agent needn't look any further than the experience and honesty of Aaron. Thank you for that bud!



PRE HUNT THOUGHTS


This trip with my father was not a trip decided upon by a whim, no this was a long process of many years researching and saving for Africa and the animals I once could only dream of. I had narrowed down a list of three countries Zim, C.A.R and Zambia for the species I most desired and it was Zambia's Royal Kafue area right across from Richard Bellcrosses famed Lunga luswishi GMA that I chose.


Sable - top on my priority list.

Zambia has the rights to the current world record Common Sable shot from an area called Mumbwa, an area that one had to drive past in order to hunt with Andrew. It made perfect sense to me if you wanted a chance at a world class Sable hunt with him at least you would be fishing where big fish swim!


ANIMALS TO BE HUNTED



Buffalo


This particular area from reports had a unique Buffalo hunt offered in the sense it was more of a spot and stock approach allowing a hunter ample time to look over the heard. Uniquely different in its open terrain far different from Zimbabwe's thick river brush.



Zambezi Sitatunga



TOP on my priority list however at the time of booking Andrew couldn't promise me a license and was told it usually involves many hours of
devoted time just for that species.



Waterbuck, Crawshay defassa


A unique species of waterbuck found in very limited numbers and the smallest of all the waterbuck species. Perhaps for me the allure of not being "common" and particularly rare was attractive.


Litchtenstien Hartabeest



An antelope that I found to be also uniquely beautiful with its odd shaped horns and beautiful skin, and with a redish hue on its back.


Livingstone Eland

A huge antelope I really wanted however they were not in residence at the time.


Blue Duiker

Quota was filled by the hunter before me.


Common Duiker


Very common indeed and a great start to hunting the small antelopes


Warthog


Andrew mentioned due to many cats in the area the warthog have been thinned out accordingly however we did see some



Common,Reedbuck

This area contained lots of these critters and some real monsters.


Impala

Fairly common and perhaps not as tame as one would expect. Most of the herds had babies in the groups so that could have resulted in them being more spooked.



Zambia Arrival


It was finally here, our long flights to get to Zambia and with a 9:00am arrival time we were greeted with a warm Zambian sun and my Professional Hunter Andrew Baldry!

The first panic of the trip where's my gun case and suitcase containing the ammunition??
After a brief 15 minutes of panic the
gun case and ammunition was found and we were off to retrieve supplies and head to camp.





The drive was approximately five hours and I would not have traded it for a charter flight.

It was a great way to see the culture that is Zambian and also some great photo opportunities along the way. A classic tree the Baobab and me with Andrew.


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As we made our way closer and closer to the camp one could begin to see more bush and less habitation. Nearly 4 hours into our trip we entered dirt road the due to the drought conditions were covered in a 6" layer of very fine red dirt ie, dust!!! This dust covered everything and was reminiscent of a Camaroon hunting film I had watched with this same red fine dust.





DAY 1 HUNTING


This morning Iran the camp manager brought us coffee with some milk and cereal.
Andrew said we would begin to look for my priority animal the Sable and so off we went.

Several hours were spent that first morning and honestly we had seen one or two duiker and some guinea fowl... no Sable!!

Lunch time was fast approaching and with it the Zambian sun! I knew it was going to be hot as we had entered the hight of drought however we were not expecting 110 cel plus heat!!!

As we were headed back to camp we ran into one of Andrews game scouts. We mentioned we had been looking for Sable without any luck and he chimed in....I know where there some are.

Andrew began questioning him and I overheard him say yes bwana not far right over there!
Even though it was hot as heck we thought it was worth taking a look seeing as were already here.


With the game scout pointing the way it was not long before I finally witnessed my first heard of Sable. They were fairly scattered in some trees and upon further inspection a bull was found. We placed a large anthill between us and him and began closing the distance. As we rounded the anthill only 100 yards away there stood the large Sable, he trotted away with brush obscuring my view only to stop some 250 yards away. As he turned his head back towards us I noticed his tips both flared outward. Then broadside it was clear to see he was very heavy and had a very nice sweep!

I asked Andrew what do ya think,he replied that's a bloody good Sable.

Ok I said, if you can get me into range ide sure like to take him!!

As he joined with the rest of the heard slipping threw the trees we caught up with him 3-400 yards later in an opening. This time a hill 15ft high by 20ft round was used to block our approach. As we closed the distance and climbed this hill we could see all the Sable however the brush was a tangled mess and no way to get a shot off.
We made our way down the hill and around to the right where some dead long grass remained. Andrew began crouching forward as I followed in behind for some 15 yards just as the long grass ended. We were on our butts when he placed the slicks out low and wide, an awkward shot but one that I had indeed practiced before!

Immediately I spotted the bull standing quartering to me at which point I buried the crosshairs low on his shoulder and began squeezing.

At the shot the bull reared up like a hoarse and ran off with the rest of the heard leaving a cloud of dust in there wake. Andrew asked how did the shot feel and I said good?

As we stood up some 4-500 yards away I could see the heards still running. They turned right as I watched a cow then a cow then a cow then a black bull! My heart now pounding as we walked up to the spot where I hit the bull no blood!! I looked back at my father and I had a sick feeling in my stomach, was that the bull I saw with the heard? How is it not down I'm sure it was a good shot!! I had then also remembered a previous client of Andrews wounding a bull and tracking it for miles shooting many times before actually getting it.

JUST THEN..... Michael pointed over there in the grass.... only some 45 yards away horns sticking out of the dried grass my Sable!!!
Truth be told and I never mentioned it at the time I had seen the horns before but thought they were limbs off a fallen tree lol!!

As we walked up to my Sable I was so pleased, the hunt had all the emotions a really great hunt should have ups and downs trials and tribulations. There before me laid my dream Sable, an animal that had an awesome full black mane and long thick sweeping horns.

WOW








As we made our way back to camp and to the skinning shed Steven our expert skinner was waiting. Steven is a wonderful person who really enjoys his role and is top notch!


Day 1 THE AFTERNOON HUNT


After arriving back at camp we were treated to a fantastic meal cooked by CHEF RONALD and then retired to our hut for a much needed cold shower and some shade! We slept not a wink that afternoon as we had been busy discussing how the morning had unfolded. It was my father who admitted he was concerned by the lack of game seen or rather not seen during our first outing. Andrew had discussed with me prior to the hunt that his area was not going to be like hunting in the Serengeti with animals parting as we drove threw them rather it was an area still recovering. With that being said, although not in great abundance, the animals that did call this place home were of excellent quality. I would take quality over quantity any day and would become the norm rather than the exception.

I discussed further to my father that secretly, desperately perhaps, I wanted a Sitatunga in the worst way! I began to tell him that it would also be unlikely that we would have the time most often needed to properly hunt this animal and its reclusive nature made this animal most often a dedicated hunt all in itself. It wasn't but 10 - 15 minutes later a loud nock at our door sounded and Andrew informing us there's a Sitatunga he sees. As we got dressed I thought although probably across the river where we couldn't hunt at least we may capture some good photos. Moments later in a more urgent tone Andrew sais " grab your gun and get out here "...suddenly it dawned on me the Sitatunga was not across the river but somewhere in our hunting area!! As we exited our hut my heart began to pound with the excitement of this new reality an opportunity I never thought possible. Making our way to where Andrew was standing I caught my first glimpses of the top half of his horns as he was making his way across the riverfront. The distance of the dinning hall to the river is maybe 5-600 yards and with the flood banks elevated the animals head and body was obscured by the flood banks. As I approached Andrews position I could now see the full body of the animal and it was half way between us and the river. Immediately to our right was a large tree and some long grass which would conceal our approach.





We were able to make it threw the long grass before running out of cover right at the edge of were the swollen rivers bank would be. Andrew placed the sticks and I readied for the shot, just then the Sitatunga stopped walking and looked back staring at the camp staff and my father who had been sky lined near the dinning hall. I thought what a break, breathing two very big breaths the crosshairs steadied low on the shoulder heart area I began to squeezed. At that distance and using a 375 with 300 grain bullet the sound of the hit was obvious, immediately the Sitatunga lunged staggering forward desperate to stay on its feet. Amazingly after 20ft it regained its footing standing quartering away looking at the river, having already reloaded I asked Andrew " again " WAIT he responded and just then I saw him fall!!! Andrew " bloody good shooting a heart shot " with a slap on the back and a hand shake there you go mate you've got your Sitatunga!






As we made our way to the downed animal an eruption of singing followed, the staff all proud and excited probably realizing how special this animal is and with out question a moment I will never forget! I don't think one could have scripted this any better my father and I, singing camp staff, a stunning sun set beside the river and an animal I had once only dreamed of.... perfection!







Interestingly enough I never realized Zambezi Sitatunga have fawn coloured spots on its rump and a beautiful blond mane running from its neck to back. I though his hooves highly specialized resembling three fingers were also very unique.



DAY 2



This was to be the day of the Buffalo, criteria for this animal was a fairly simple set of guidelines for myself. The Buffalo would have to be mature meaning rock solid bosses, worn broomed blunted horns, and hopefully skin grey and old devoid of the BLACK hair reminiscent of an immature buffalo or rather not a true Dugga boy.

I thought it fitting for Andrews area a concession without a large quota to harvest an animal that had gone threw its full usefulness within the herd. I was trying to fit within the model of sustainability which Andrew has been working so hard to obtain.

The day started driving a boundary road, a road that was excellent for discovering tracks and proved to be fruitful within the first twenty minutes. As the tracks were found everyone readied for the journey that is Buffalo hunting. Several miles of walking ensued and with the dung becoming more frequent in quantity and freshness, I had high hopes we would be on them today. The terrain changed as we walked and soon found us among small bluffs. It was right about that time, the change of terrain, that out of a small bluff exploded two very healthy well maned lions not some 20ft away. What an experience and most definitely worth the price of admission. These were not the tame pen raised lions no these were the real deal and we discovered they were doing what real lions do... eating Buffalo!











These lions were no doubt eating a calf from the very same herd we were tracking.







After our excitement with the lions we began the tracking process again and it was some miles walked before we, Michael, saw our first herd. As we approached we could see this was a bachelor group containing a dozen or so bulls. The closer we got to this herd the more Buffalo we found around them. That day we approached many herds and one in particular had a very wide bull in the group... 43"ish. As he stood up only 50 yards away Andrew said he's a little soft so I immediately placed the gun back on safe. One day in the not so distant future that will become a wonderful trophy just not now.

As the day progressed so did the heat 110-120? but we had found a large herd in an open field and they were all spread out in a line providing an excellent opportunity to see the entire herd. Andrew and I had both seen two particularly large bulls at a distance of 400 yards away right at what was then considered the front of the group. It was however a stalemate as the field was open and the Buffalo were lying down with the forest to there backs. The hours clicked away so we decided to finally make a move, we would flank wide to the left front of the group trying to get close enough to possibly get a shot at one of the big bulls.

This impossible stalk found us arse shuffling, guns on our laps, threw dried grass only nee high. Obviously to me this was not Mr. Baldrys first rodeo and within one hour we had managed to close the distance to a mere 70 yards! The first bull on our left although old enough was only 34 - 36" a great old boy but not the one I came for. The second buffalo was beautiful bull hard bossed heavy, great sharp hooks but had lots of black hair and was probably a great breeding bull. Andrew tried extending the sticks out from this arse position and finally had them placed low enough that I was able to use one of the legs as a rest. The Buffalo moaned and groaned and all or a sudden got up, a cow no doubt had seen us and alerted the herd. As the Buffalo started walking into the tree line my bull was slipping away from us and just as I was about to squeeze the trigger the sticks moved and an uncomfortable feeling rushed threw me. Andrew censing perhaps I was trying to hard to make this happen said "not meant to be".

The sun now setting and the Buffalo spooked and in the timber there was only one thing to do, go after them! As the sun sets Buffalo seem less likely to fragment instead bunching up with the bulls some times showing themselves. As we entered the forest after them this was our hope and if by some magic this is exactly what happened. To our good fortune a hill 10ft tall by 10ft wide presented itself to us and as we climbed the hill there stood some 70 buffalo oblivious to our position!

The light fading fast we scoured the herd looking for and acceptable bull with Andrew covering the left and myself to the right. Several minutes passed when all of a sudden I caught a glimps of an old grey bull seeming to look right at me with his nose turned up, head angled and one eye glaring. I told Andrew this is the bull I want and I readied for the shot. Unlike the Sable hill we climbed earlier this hill was largely devoid of brush and one low limb provided an almost bench like rest for me, now all we needed was for this bull to come to the right and out in front. This bull seconds or minutes later did exactly that and finally before me stood my bull. As I laid there, the light really fading fast, thoughts of recovery in the dark entered my mind and with the Buffalo quartering to me not the perfect shot. I placed the crosshairs low between the gap in the legs following it up to the heart region and rock steady I squeezed!!!

At only 60-70yards one couldn't hear the hit and once again Andrew asked "how did it feel".. rock steady I replied. The herd now gone leaving a cloud of dust in there wake and unable to see anything Andrew sais lets go have a look. Although I felt really confident at my shot one never really knows until you actually see the animal down and for me I wondered where's the death bellow?

Minutes later we inspect the scene for any evidence of a hit and find nothing , like the Sable for a second my heart sinks and I really start second guessing... just then like clock work Michael sais "Bwana over there" pointing to a downed Buffalo.

As we approach you can see the Buffalos tail just barely move so I place an insurance shot into his spine... doesn't even flinch. We walk up to him and he has already passed, a traditional insurance shot not needed Andrew explains, not so much as a peep came out of that Buffalo. As we look him over I could not be more pleased a Buffalo that met all my criteria and an experience of being able to work that herd so intimately!

Thanks again for that MR. Baldry!!







As one can see the lion scars on his rump and a grey leathery skin lacking the immature black coat what an old handsome warrior!







DAY 3


Today was a day dedicated to my father wanting to obtain a Hartabeest and an impala. We encountered a herd of Hartabeest several miles away and yes Michael spotted them. We place a large hill in our way and began closing the distance. It was not long before we had a nice bull in our sights and with dad on the sticks this was going to be easy. How wrong we were and as he was about to shoot a smaller female walked in front of the bull spooked and brought the herd with it. We dodged and dipped flanked and ran but to no avail the Hartabeest had one.


The afternoon was dedicated to finding Impala and Impala we found or rather they found us time after time trying to stalk these guys without luck. Many of the herds had females with young and they did everything to avoid us. The also won that day but we were still happy to have had so many wonderful stalks.



DAY 4

Once again we were awoken by Iran with our fresh coffee and a health breakfast. Today dad told us at the breakfast table he came upon a penny in his suitcase so he's going to bring it along a lucky penny. How right he was and great foreshadowing of the events to come!

Driving down the concessions border up ahead on the opposite side of an ant hill laid a nice Reedbuck unaware of our position. Andrew placed the sticks and dad made the shot, although this time the Reedbuck ran off some 70 yards and then turned back staring at us. One more shot this time on the point of the shoulder and he was down. My dads first African trophy!!!






We posed for some nice pictures and then Andrew decided we should donate this fine meat to the local hospital, we were all in agreement so off we went. It was truly a wonderful experience to meet the doctors in charge who were deeply moved by our meat donation. I think its safe to say we all felt very happy to contribute in some small way and again nice to see the sustainable resource model working!

It was on the drive back from the hospital that we came across a bachelor herd of impala rams!! This time with no females or young in the group we cut the distance down in short order Andrew threw up the sticks and dad readied for the shot. There were five males in the group standing around a large tree and one by one they began to exit stage left. Communication was essential and Andrew relayed to dad not this one... not this one... that one!! On the point of the shoulder the ram fell, the whole team cheered as these Impala days previous were so elusive. Perhaps a stroke of luck perhaps a good deed rewarded never the less a great moment and triumphant at last.

Andrew commented that although not classified as a sub species the Zambian Impala are most definitely the smallest of all the Impala. It sure made sense to me after all how could you compare Uganda sized Impala to others especially Zambia! This was also most definitely the largest taken from his area.. way to go pops!






After more photos we continued on our way back to camp seemingly collecting animals as we go... lucky pennie. As we approach within 10 miles of camp I'm guessing, there in the bush stands a group of waterbuck, all females with the exception of an immature male and the big boss. Andrew stops the vehicle and we begin the stalking process , one by one they begin to filter out of the trees and across and open field heading for parts un know. At a distance of 200 yards stands the dominant bull, there's a line of brush obscuring his vitals so I crank my scope to 9 power and find a rest on a near by tree. The bull standing broad side I can see a narrow window maybe 4" in diameter low in his heart region. Once again steady for the shot I squeeze off the shot and again you can hear a hit! Off the bull runs and across the field threw a windrow of trees. Andrew spots him and as we approach I can see his horns swaying back and forth as he's laying on the ground. As we arrive there the windrow the bulls head is down and he has passed... the furthest any of my animals ran 100 yards heart shot. Andrew explains these waterbuck are really tough... congadulations!!!


I'M thrilled with this the smallest and perhaps the rarest of all the waterbuck species and although smaller in stature they in my opinion lose nothing in colour and looks.
This bull had shorter horns but made up with good mass and what appeared to be ivory showing threw his rubbed horns. He also had a split right ear for character and emerald bleu eyes.











This might be one of the... this WAS one of the most action packed hunting days of our lives and unbelievably still more to come as we arrive to camp for lunch and a cold shower, heck we still have the afternoon to hunt.....


DAY 4 AFTERNOON THE LITCHTENSTIEN MARATHON


We head out around 2:30 trying to see if we can get onto a nice Hartabeest bull. It didn't take long and Michael saw a herd off in the distance. We definitely had the advantage for this time they had not seen us so placing trees in front of us the stalk began. After some time we managed to catch up with the herd however just like the last time they spotted us. Off they went with us in pursuit this time I told Andrew we will hunt this herd for as long and as hard as needed we won't give up. Andrew welcomed the challenge and the hunt persisted with us in hot pursuit! After nearly another mile of dogging the herd there stood a bull, a large bull and Andrew called dad up for the shot. A short time later they spotted us and the chase was back on ... remember the temperature was probably still 95 -100 and the terrain with all the 6" termite hills absolutely killer on your feet and ankles!! It was clear that these Hartabeest were acutely aware of what was going on and wanted no part of it. Relentless in our efforts we marched on having already covered miles dam near running the whole way finally they stopped and there was dads opportunity. The bull standing quartering away approximately 250 -270 yards dad placed the rifle in the tree preparing for the shot. I had not noticed in all the running how red my fathers face was and quite literally the tree used to rest the gun was helping hold him up!

The brief shot opportunity was gone and so to were the Hartabeest, Andrew said you've got to shoot Ed not realizing dad was pooped and unable to steady the rifle for a shot. It was at that point we had been after them for 2.5 -3 hours on a death march so I grabbed the rifle and we pressed onward!

With one hour of light left we again spotted this same herd now on there tails again we had actually pushed them into some forested area, an uncomfortable position for the Hartabeest to be in and desperate to elude us no question. As we entered the forest they exited and as we saw them filling out one by one we tried to cut them off. We were late in cutting them off but had caught the last remaining animal from the herd and it was the bull!! Andrew once again placed the sticks and I gave dad my rifle and told him "take him".. on the stick for only seconds and at the shot that big bull dropped finally we had succeeded after working so hard.

Yet again a wonderful memory and a fantastic end to a fantastic day!!







DAY 5


After yesterdays death march and with most of our animals in the salt we were able to really enjoy the day without any pressure. Early that morning while driving we spotted a Common, Duiker. After some time trying to get ahead of this guy we eventually did and I had my first little antelope.







The rest of the day was spent looking for Zebra but none were found



Day 6


The morning was uneventful as we drove around looking for game.

That evening as we rounded a corner there stood a male Warthog. We made a very short stalk and as Andrew placed the sticks up the Warthog ran off tail high and dust flying. As I followed the hog in my scope I squeezed and down that pig went a great shot sais Andrew and the crew cheered from the truck! This guys not the biggest pig in the world but under the circumstances I was happy after all ya can't go to Africa and not shoot a poor mans Elephant!







That was the end to another great day.



DAY 7



This day was dedicated to finding Eland and as it turns out none were in the area at the time so this concluded our Royal Kafue hunt.



DEPARTURE DAY

The morning we were to leave camp I had Andrew and the boys line up all my trophies in the sand and take pictures with me and my father sitting in the background. For me this was a classic picture of a classic safari time and I was glad to see that idea has been carried forward to the client that proceeded us.

Andrew drove us to his house to spend the night before our early flight in the morning, it was a real treat to meet his boys and spend some time with them. The next morning found us at the airport leaving for home and with a handshake I said goodbye not having the words within me to say thanks.

I can now say to all that it was an amazing adventure to spend time with my father hunting Africa and with a Professional hunter of Mr. Baldrys stature. He is the very definition of professional and a first class person!


Thank you mate.

Royal kafue produces another quality Sable - well done gents!!!

Get with the program man! I want to read about the rest of this wonderful hunt!

Beautiful bull. Congrats.
Keep the report coming.
Great memories for me.
Steve

Congratulations - awesome bull!

Great report and beautiful pictures!

Thanks,

Wonderful safari, great sable and buffalo!

My friend, a huge congrats! Happy for you both, and glad all went well.

Nicely done in a special place.

Aaron - thanks for all your time spent with me over the phone, its sure easy to see why Zambia is such a classic Safari destination!

Finest Regards!!

Outstanding!

That was a spectacular hunt ( and in 7 days) and a truly good write up. It is Great that you could have your Dad there to share in it and be part of it too.

Beautiful trophies, congratulations.

WOW! What a Safari!
Congratulations

Thank you for a great report with such wonderful photos. It is my hope to do a safari with Royal Kafue some day.

Thanks all for your warm comments!

Surefire - I wouldn't for one second hesitate in your decision to book with Andrew, although to drink from this intoxicating drink that is Royal Kafue, you will never be the same! Those that have been know what I'm talking about and those that are about to will find out!!

Great report AR Man. Some outstanding trophies and outstanding time with your Dad. Andrew has a great reputation and I can see why. Looks like one of the best places to go in Africa at this point in time.

What a fantastic trip!! Very nicely done. Successful trips from Royal Kafue are very much the norm. Well done Andrew.

I would say that you had a dream trip. Way to go!. Love that Sable. Still near the top of my want list. Congrats on making the most of your opportunities. That Sititunga looks really nice too. Bruce

Congrats on a great safari!

Congratulations! Great trophies, and priceless memories of an adventure shared with your father. Wonderful.

AR Man,
Congrats on a great safari and Congrats to Andrew for pulling it off once again (the safari that is).

I believe a huge thanks should go out to Frostbit and his significant other " bait babe".

I may stand corrected, but I believe it was the both of them that initially got the ball rolling at Royal Kafue with what I'm sure would have been a significant contribution in the way of a Lion hunt.

Perhaps if it had not been for you guys, who knows if Royal Kafue would be where its at today? Real hunters who donated real dollars to conservation and the legacy that will hopefully follow in there footsteps!

To the both of you good folks I solute, wishing you all the best!!!

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Originally posted by AR MAN:
Thanks all for your warm comments!

Surefire - I wouldn't for one second hesitate in your decision to book with Andrew, although to drink from this intoxicating drink that is Royal Kafue, you will never be the same! Those that have been know what I'm talking about and those that are about to will find out!!

Thanks mate.

I did suggest we do not shoot the first Sable we saw but AR MAN was having none of that nonsense.

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Originally posted by AR MAN:
I believe a huge thanks should go out to Frostbit and his significant other " bait babe".

I may stand corrected, but I believe it was the both of them that initially got the ball rolling at Royal Kafue with what I'm sure would have been a significant contribution in the way of a Lion hunt.

Perhaps if it had not been for you guys, who knows if Royal Kafue would be where its at today? Real hunters who donated real dollars to conservation and the legacy that will hopefully follow in there footsteps!

To the both of you good folks I solute, wishing you all the best!!!

Very nicely said
We ALL need each other

Beautiful bulls, congratulations!

Well Done!!!

Jeff

quote:

Originally posted by AR MAN:
I believe a huge thanks should go out to Frostbit and his significant other " bait babe".

I may stand corrected, but I believe it was the both of them that initially got the ball rolling at Royal Kafue with what I'm sure would have been a significant contribution in the way of a Lion hunt.

Perhaps if it had not been for you guys, who knows if Royal Kafue would be where its at today? Real hunters who donated real dollars to conservation and the legacy that will hopefully follow in there footsteps!

To the both of you good folks I solute, wishing you all the best!!!

I suspect Andrew would have found a way to make Royal Kafue work.

Joyce (Bait Babe) and I were very fortunate to have shared those special 21 days with Andrew.

It was a win - win - win for all involved!!

I continue to be amazed at the consistent quality of game coming out of Royal. Here's hoping Zambia wises up and corrects it's ways especially in regards to cat hunting.

It was an honor to witness first hand what proper habitat management can achieve as far as flourishing game populations.

Cheers
Jim

Great hunt, AR-M. Especially liked the buff, the sable and the nice, parallel conformation of the impala horns.

Your Dad deserves great credit for toughing it through in the heat. Congratulations!

Hunting with Andrew and at Royal Kafue is magic.

Regards,
Tim

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Originally posted by Tim Carney:
Great hunt, AR-M. Especially liked the buff, the sable and the nice, parallel conformation of the impala horns.

Your Dad deserves great credit for toughing it through in the heat. Congratulations!

Hunting with Andrew and at Royal Kafue is magic.

Regards,
Tim

Thank you Tim and I am enclosing a few more pics of those trophies :

Great Sable and love the drop on the buffalo. Congrats. I can see by the smile that you had a great time.

Thanks Tim and Pago,

my father did very well considering the heat and I believe the malaria meds made him suffer a little bit at first. It was wonderful to spend those precious few days in the bush with him and my hope is to one day experience that again.

Thanks for posting those additional pics for me Fairgame, I absolutely love the wide bell shape and evenness of the Sitatunga. The mass and length of the Sable has to be seen to believe.

As a side note Mike has notified me that my trophies are ready to be shipped after only 3 months.

Can't wait!!!

ARman and Dad,

What a wonderful safari and super trophies. Lifetime memories.

Mike

What a great hunt!!! I really want to hunt sable.

Andrew sure does put on a nice show, doesn't he. I need to plan a hunt there, now that all the regulatory BS seems to be cleared up.

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Originally posted by Biebs:
Andrew sure does put on a nice show, doesn't he. I need to plan a hunt there, now that all the regulatory BS seems to be cleared up.

Can I pencil you in mate?

Andrew, dance card is full for 2014...perhaps 2015.