I figured I’d finally get around to posting about our trip to hunt at Matsuri with Van and Co. it was an incredible trip and I can’t wait to get back to chase some more animals around in the bush. Here’s my recap so far, still trying to get it through my head that this hunt that I’ve dreamed of for so long finally happened. I am in Kenya on a mission trip as I post this, so if there are delays between posts the signal where I am is spotty at best and 3G can only go so fast!!
Kudu
We were driving the first morning and seeing some Impala and Kudu cows and a couple of good bulls that didn’t stick around long when they saw the truck, then I spotted a nice bull on the horizon standing perfectly still between 2 trees about 100 yards in front of us. We stopped the truck behind a bush and Van asked if I could put one in his chest since he was looking straight at me and I told him I thought I could. I steadied my dad’s .375 and squeezed the trigger with the cross hairs centered on his chest. At the shot he bucked up and we knew he was hit hard. We picked up the track and found him piled up about 75 yards from where I shot him. For those that don’t know, my dad lost his battle with Pulmonary Fibrosis in September 4, 2015, and hunting with the rifle that he purchased and never got to take on a hunt was a truly emotional experience. It was truly special to have a piece of dad with us on this hunt and for the first animal to be number one on my list and Kristen and Thomas next to me when I got to take him. Words can’t describe the feeling when that first African animal headed to the salt.
Kudu
We were driving the first morning and seeing some Impala and Kudu cows and a couple of good bulls that didn’t stick around long when they saw the truck, then I spotted a nice bull on the horizon standing perfectly still between 2 trees about 100 yards in front of us. We stopped the truck behind a bush and Van asked if I could put one in his chest since he was looking straight at me and I told him I thought I could. I steadied my dad’s .375 and squeezed the trigger with the cross hairs centered on his chest. At the shot he bucked up and we knew he was hit hard. We picked up the track and found him piled up about 75 yards from where I shot him. For those that don’t know, my dad lost his battle with Pulmonary Fibrosis in September 4, 2015, and hunting with the rifle that he purchased and never got to take on a hunt was a truly emotional experience. It was truly special to have a piece of dad with us on this hunt and for the first animal to be number one on my list and Kristen and Thomas next to me when I got to take him. Words can’t describe the feeling when that first African animal headed to the salt.
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