On the hunt
With so many details to consider, most international hunts amazingly unfold without hitches. Yet, despite one’s best efforts, a large host of unplanned events may cause minor to major trainwrecks. Sometimes, attacks by dangerous animals stop the parade. My first Cape buffalo safari was beset with a cavalcade of human errors and frightening events that could have exploded into unmitigated disaster. Instead, the adventure instilled an even greater resolve to return.
My first dose of Africa’s indescribably addictive enchantments had caught me in 2000 in Namibia, where I shot a superb kudu and a nice gemsbok. Five years later, I shot more plains game in South Africa. By then, I was thoroughly enchanted, and it was time to go for the big stuff. So, during the SCI International Convention in 2008, I booked a 10-day hunt for Cape buffalo in Zimbabwe.
The outfitter/professional hunter promised to personally guide me within the Nyaminyami (or Omay) concession near Matusadona National Park. This location provides opportunities for clients to tour Victoria Falls and nearby National Parks. The PH arranged for private transfer for
