ABOUT THE EXHIBITION

We had the opportunity to go on a bushbuck hunt in Limpopo and what an awesome experience it was. Bushbuck are the least social of the African antelopes.

The best way to hunt a Bushbuck is on foot, walking and stalking as quietly as possible because as soon as a Bushbuck sees or hears you he is off at a run.

Shot placement on a Bushbuck is the same as any other medium sized antelope and although you have a few options I don’t like taking any type of head shot as they are far too risky. I am also not a fan of the “Texas heart shot” my go to is always a third of the way up on the body, that way if you are even slightly off you potentially hit and break the leg and invariably hit the lungs or a piece of the heart. The third of the way up on the body following the front leg, is always a good bet.

I’ve mentioned my reluctance to take a “Texas Heart Shot” and Murphy’s law when I finally get the bushbuck in my sights what option is presented….. yes, he was standing facing away. and next moment my Bushbuck lifts his head and is standing in the quartering away position, I can see his shoulder and take the shot.

Now at this point I need to remind you (as I reminded myself) that a wounded or cornered Bushbuck can be quite a nasty animal. It will get aggressive and vindictive; in that it will hide in the thick bushes and wait for you to be in the perfect position and charge at you. My shot placement on the Bushbuck however was good and he went down with little trouble, much to my relief.

Stalking a Cape buffalo is a game of nerves and skill. These animals have keen senses and can disappear into the thick bush with surprising speed. I was fortunate enough to be using by husbands .500NE, which is an incredible rifle. They always say that you need to make the first shot count but unfortunately, my first shot was not ideal. I shot my Cape Buffalo low in the brisket which resulted in hours of walking and tracking this formidable beast. This was also not the ideal time of year (November) to be on a long walk and stalk. It was summer and seriously hot and humid and ticks in abundance. Always approaching with utmost caution, aware that a wounded buffalo can become extremely dangerous, capable of launching a lethal charge with little warning. At times we were stalking through bush so thick that we only had about 7-10yards visibility. I tell you it is nerve-wracking stuff and not for the faint hearted. I had quite a lengthy conversation with the Man upstairs making all sorts of deals to make sure I survived. There is nothing quite like stalking after a wounded buffalo to encourage some deep introspection.

It is not just about the trophy but the entire experience—immersing oneself in the wild beauty of Limpopo, understanding the intricate dance of predator and prey, and honouring the timeless tradition of the African safari. It was truly a humbling experience I will never forget, and I have a newfound respect for others that will take on this challenge.