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Amanda, I need a couple of new ones, wore the other ones out. If you wanted to plot where the stickers went with us. They have been to all of the following. Democratic Republic of the Congo South island of New Zealand Austraila Tanzania Kenya Zambia South Africa Namibia Egypt Spain France England Italy The hat that I wear daily is still the Coueswhitetail.com cap. It is going strong in the Congo, but starting to show the sweat marks. I'll make sure it is in the pictures of my next hunt over here in about a month or so.

Happy Birthday Scott. Hope all is well back in the mines of AZ.

Well the story begins. After a long 3 year wait to come back to Arizona from Africa, the kids were finally able to hunt deer. Alexandra already having taken 4 Coues bucks in the years before we left and Chase now able to go on his first deer hunt. Since they were able to build up a few bonus points while we were gone, I figured it would be easy for them to draw a late December hunt. Especially one south of I-10. The day came with the results and yes, they were both successful. Drawing tag #2 and #3. I knew this was going to be a tough hunt, as it was a new area that I hadn't been to before. But with a late whitetail tag, I knew we should be able to find some good bucks. Due to school, we missed the first week of the hunt and would concentrate on the last two weeks of the hunt. With help from my father-in-law, he had lined out a couple of spots for us to try and would be accompanying us on the hunt. We started out on the morning of December 19th, got to our glassing point and started hitting hard. We were able to glass up numerous groups of does and a spike. But no good buck could be located. We changed positions for much of the first half of the day, but couldn't produce a buck for the kids. We headed back to the truck for lunch and to change locations. As this being my first time in the area, I wanted to see more of it to decide where to really hit it really hard. That afternoon took us to a point above a large pond in a big canyon. Figuring that we should be able to find something good here, it didn't take but 3 minutes for my 15's to pick up a nice looking buck with a smaller forked horn tagging along. He was a 3-point, but had broken part of his main beam. Since my daughter had taken a few bucks already and this one being smaller than the last few, I opted to give Chase the choice first. Immediately he wanted to take the buck. The buck was about 1000 yards from us and disappeared in a thicket of juniper trees. We waited for about 15 minutes and it never reappeared. I figured it bedded down, so we made a plan to get down in the bottom and climb a small ridge that was in the middle of the big canyon. I figured we would be able to pick him up there with the different vantage point and it would be a 100-200 yard shot. We grabbed our gear and headed out. As we slowly topped the small ridge, I was tearing apart the trees with my 15's. I was able to locate the smaller buck bedded. He was in the open and had a clear vantage point of where we were at. So we back down a bit and went down the finger a bit further. We crawled over the top and I was hitting the trees again with the binos. I noticed that the smaller buck was gone and started getting nervous that we had spooked the bucks out of the beds. As I looked through the trees directly above where I last saw the forked horn, I saw movement. I stared through the trees what seemed like an eternity to only see the 3-points head come into view. They were still there. Chase slowly crawled up and got setup for the shot. I ranged the buck at a 160 yards. The way the buck was laying, he didn't have a clean shot. There was only a small gap of maybe a couple of inches into the shoulder area. He could see the buck, but wasn't able to pick up the gap too well. We decided to wait it out, as we knew the bucks would get up before dark. At about 4:15, the smaller buck got up and started feeding up the ridge. We waited and waited, but the larger one didn't seem to budge. Then just before 4:30, the big one rose. Chase was ready and I figured he would come out to the right. Following the same path as the smaller one. Boy was I wrong. The buck went up and to the left, which was much thicker vegetation and I lost view of him. I was working the binos all over the openings. I was watching the smaller bucks location, as I thought for sure he would be following. Then I saw the smaller buck run. Looking at from where he ran from, I saw the bigger one appear, only for him to disappear again. I frantically searched the side of the ridge. Chase being much calmer than me, was searching with his scope. Then he says, "Dad, I see him by the big dead tree." I'm looking to the right at a dead tree that the smaller buck had run by, but didn't see him. I tell him that I can't see it. He tells me again that "It's right there by it." I ask him to point it out for me only to see I'm looking about a 100 yards to the right of where the buck is actually at. Just then I see a flag, only to see him chase a doe up the hill into more trees. I tell Chase to get ready and when he gets a clean shot to take it. Again, we have to wait. I see a couple of does but no buck. Daylight is fading fast, so I know we have to locate the buck. Then I see the does move off. I wait and wait, but the buck doesn't appear. Then I pick up the smaller buck walking up the hill. I watch him for a couple of minutes then see him stop and stare into a small thicket. He just continues to stare into the thicket. I slowly scan the thicket and see that there is some brush moving. The larger buck was raking a tree. I relay the position to Chase and we wait again. I see antlers moving through the brush and tell him to get ready. I tell him that it is getting late and this may be the only chance. So he will have to get on him quick and take a clean shot. The buck walks into an opening and I tell him to shoot. No shot. I tell Chase again that he has got to shoot as the buck walks through the next opening. Again no shot. The buck disappears into the thicket again. I tell him that we only have a few minutes of shooting light left and that I don't know if the buck will appear again. Just then, the buck appears out of the trees and stops. As luck will have it, there is a small tree covering the shoulder area. I range the buck at 190 yards and tell Chase that as soon as the buck clears, he needs to shoot. This is the last chance. The buck turns and walks straight up, then turns to the right. I yell a grunting noise to try and stop it, but at that moment Chase fires. I watch the buck run into the thicket, then see some grass moving just above where I saw it run in. Nothing else. I wait a moment, scanning the vegetation, but don't see anything moving. I turn to Chase and said "You missed", as I didn't hear that distinctive thud of a hit. He says, "No way dad. I had it dead on the shoulder and squeezed off the shot." We wait a few minutes and I continue to scan the thicket. Then I see the smaller buck appear and start chasing the does around. I knew the bigger buck wouldn't put up with this, so either it slipped out or was down. We headed across the canyon and started up to the position he shot at it. As soon as we were standing where he shot at it, I looked about 20 yards in the grass and saw some whiteness showing. Easing toward it, it was his buck. He was down. I turned to him and told him to give me a knuckle pound. He was grinning from ear to ear and said "I told you I got him". After a few quick pictures, I hauled the buck down to the bottom, to get more pictures with his sister and grandfather. Upon cleaning it, is when we found that Chase hit it right through the heart. Yes, he made the perfect shot. I won't be living that one down for quite some time. The next few days proved fruitless for my daughter. We did see some smaller 3 points, but nothing to better any buck she had previously taken. On the 4th afternoon we return to the spot where we went to the first morning. I knew with the amount of does, there should be some good bucks. We try a different vantage point and bam, as soon as I threw the 15's up I see a bedded deer. I look for a minute and then see the antlers through the tall grass. As the buck turns and scratches his back, I can see it is a real decent buck. Has a really nice basket rack. We decide to give it a try. It was about 3:30, so I knew time wasn't on our side, as he would be getting up soon. So we took off. We figured we could climb the opposite ridge then just sneak over and have about a 200-300 yard shot. Well as luck would have it, there was a lot of cattle in the area. Neverless, when we got up to where we thought we could get a shot. No buck. He was gone. I tore the area up with the binos, but no buck. The next few days were no hunting, as it was Christmas time. We started out again on the 27th. Back to the area we lost the buck. We hit our glassing spot before sunrise and started searching. About 20 minutes into the glassing, I find a BIG buck. I'm shaking with excitement. Alex is going to finally get her 100 incher. The buck is about 1200 yards out and is not in an easy to get to place. We make a plan with my father-in-law, he will watch the buck and we will try and get over to it. He will relay via radio any changes in direction the buck takes, as it is with a doe and chasing her. We start out and don't get 200 yards when my father-in-law calls and says the buck has turned from it's westernly direction and is taking the doe back to the east. So I tell Alex that we have to change plans. We drop in the bottom, then turn east to parallel it. I stop in a spot I can see up the mountain from and see the buck. I quickly range it at 650yards. Alex is using my .270WSM with the custom turrents and it is deadly. But we had not practiced at that range and I wasn't too comfortable with her shooting it. We studied the area east and there was no way for us to get any closer. Then the buck turns again. He chases the doe back toward the west. I look across and there is a small hill across from us that might offer about a 400 yard shot. We quickly move out and try to get to it, before the buck gets too far. Just as we get toward the top of the small hill, my father-in-law calls and said the buck bedded. I tell her, we got him now, if we can just see him. We ease over the hill and setup. I scan the place my father-in-law said it was bedded and see antlers through the brush. No shot. I have Alex watch the buck through the binos, so as she can get the rifle aligned with his anticipated stand up. We wait about an hour, when the buck stands. But he immediately moves off toward a thick ravine where the doe had gone. No chance for a shot. I told Alex, that we will have to go way to the west to get above the bluffs that were between us and the buck. There was no way to climb up the cliffs. So we pack up and head out. It takes us about an hour to get above the bluffs. We follow on top of them to a position directly below the ravine. On the rocks, we find a good spot and setup. I range the last location of the buck as 300 yards. So we are set and just have to wait and see if he shows himself again. Just before noon, as I was looking at some other ridges, I turned back the binos and wham! The buck was out standing there. I tell Alex to get on him. She is really nervous and having problems finding the buck. What seemed like 10 minutes, she is finally able to get him in the scope. I tell her to take her time, breathe slowing and don't forget to squeeze the trigger. She says "Look how big the rack is." I tell her to stop looking at the rack and think of the bucks shoulder as a pumpkin. (we use pumpkins for shooting practice) The buck walks up about 10 yards and starts raking a tree. I tell her to wait and take an open shot when it steps forward. The buck shows himself for about 10 seconds and I tell her to shoot, but no shot. He then angles up the ridge and walks a short distance and stops again. Again I say "Alex, you have to shoot now!" "The buck is going to go back into the trees. This is your last chance. SHOOT!" Still no shot. The buck walks up into the trees and stops one last time broadside. I tell her, "You have to shoot now. This is the last chance. SHOOT!" Again, no shot. The buck runs into the trees chasing the doe. He doesn't come back out. I asked her why she didn't shoot and she said she was nervous. I told her that we may not see it again now. But you never know. We sat there for another 4 hours, through some extremely cold wind, only to not see the deer again. Getting home that night wasn't good for her. Everyone in the family gave her a hard time over not shooting. I think we gave her such a hard time, that she didn't want to hunt anymore. (I think it was that plus the cold. She got really cold that afternoon, as I was shaking as well) With some family help and assurances that I could find the buck again, she was willing to try one more day. We were back at it again. At first light, found the big boy again. Decided we would just head to the west and get up above the bluffs. This call on my part was a bad one. As we headed west, the buck pushed the doe east. And continued east the whole time we were climbing. We finally made it up and started as quick as we could toward the east. My father-in-law relayed the last position of the buck in the last ravine that we were approaching. The wind was picking up, so I knew we didn't have much time, before they went into the really thick cover to bed. As we approached the ravine, I caught a quick glimpse of the buck about 100 yards away, going into thick cover. I tore through the trees with the 15s for an hour, but could never pick it up again. Alex knew it was over. With the gale force winds hitting us, I knew we wouldn't see him again today. Her dream of a wall-hanger this year was over. But like I told her, there is always next year. She passed on the smaller ones, looking to get a big one. Just like her dad this past season. Sometimes you go home empty handed.

189 lbs

I'm just curious as to what you all would think these bucks would score.

Here are some of the other boys that are coming around. Some additional photos of the big boys, different angles. Don't neglect crooked horn in the background.

That would have probably been me on my way home. I'm usually turning off of Baseline onto Alma School about that time. Thanks for the compliments on the truck.

I'm with Bonecollector. If you can wait until this fall you can have one of ours. I won't be mounting any deer for quite some time.

I know this isn't hunting related, but we have two loft beds with desks underneath for sale. They were 6 months old when we left to Africa and the kids have grown out of them. We bought them from Ikea and paid a couple of hundred each for them at the time. Looking to see if we can get a $100 each. Will include the twin mattresses. PM if interested.

Well, the kids and I went on our 2nd African Safari hunt since moving over here a couple of years ago. This year we went to the Eastern Cape of South Africa. Was a tough hunt, in that we had gale force winds for most of the week and the kids haven't had any practice shooting. But it was a good vacation away from the Congo and we did take some fine animals. I started the week off with getting this zebra. Took about an hour stalk and then a 50 yard shot. My daughter Alex took this find blesbok, after numerous attempts over about 4 days. My son Chase finally scored on his first impala. Had to get a little help from dad though. Alex took her first springbok. Made a really nice stalk and had the herd walk right into them. Her is my red hartabeest. Chase's 2nd impala. Made a perfect shot, thus the painted face from the PH's. My monster Eastern Cape bushbuck. Was really excited to find this fellow. Made a nice stalk to within 180 yards and took him in his bed. This bad boy should make the book. A little shot of the terrain we had. Really thick, with plains on the tops. Sure feels weird hunting in June. Hope you all enjoy.

That would be me headed to work. Thanks for catching sight of it. I wondered how long it would take.

All, Beware this coming deer season, the Howard clan are moving back to good ol'Arizona after being in the Congo for 2 1/2 years. Can't wait to get there. Haven't been to the US in almost 16 months. After we get settled in and I get all of our African game delivered from the taxidermist sometime later this year. Will have to have a get-together. We are relocating to the Phoenix area. Going to be a huge change from where we are at. 16 days to go. Whose counting. And of course, a 5 day stop-over in Namibia on the way home for one last hunt. Danny

To my friends on CW, I'm getting ready to leave for my leopard hunt in two days. I'm going to try to give day by day updates while on the hunt. The past hunts where to hard to do with the kids. So I decided that I'll give it a go on this one, network permitting. This will be probably my last hunt in Africa, as we are hoping to go back to the US next year. Plus, with all the animals we have taken on the past two hunts with the kids, we are going to have big problems with where to put all the mounts in the house. My primary animal is the leopard but since I'm on this hunt by myself (wife and kids are in the US for a couple of months) I have pretty much said anything goes for which I haven't taken already. So I hope to get quite a few animals. So this should be a good start to the hunts thread. I have been doing laundry all day, packing my bags and charging the cameras. PH sent me a text today and said that it is freezing there. So I'm already at a disadvantage, here in the Congo it never freezes, so I don't have any cold weather clothes. So I'm packing whatever I can layer to keep me warm. Another sleepless night tonight in antisipation of the upcoming travel. So with quite a few shots and cold one chasers going down, some good old country music rocking throughout the house and neighborhood. I leave you until Wednesday.

Nice Scott. I sure do miss putting up and checking the cameras. Can't do much of that over here.

Sorry for the big lag in the story. Network doesn’t always allow access in the Congo. Day 12, August 9th, hunt finished. Leopard did not show again on the last night. It was also extremely hard for me, as I could not stay awake and was snoring horribly. The PH kept hitting me as much as possible, but gave up in the early morning hours. Not how I wanted the hunt to end, but that is hunting. If we could all get our trophy every time we went out, there would be no excitement left to look forward to. It was an exciting hunt. I didn’t go home empty handed, as I was able to take a jackal, gemsbok and springbok. I also have a new found respect for hunting the leopard. I have to say, staying in a small fully enclosed tent for 15-16 hours a day, day after day and not being able to make a sound or talk, completely wears you out. Some parting shots of the blinds and views out of them. Hope you all enjoyed the hunt as much as I did. Good luck to all on your upcoming hunts in the states and Mexico. I hope that you all take your trophy of a lifetime on them.

Day 9, August 6th. Well as luck has it, still no leopard coming into the bait as of this morning. What was hoped to be the afternoon/night of the big event, turned out to be disappointing. We did hear some baboons making quite the noise this morning on a nearby ridgetop and thought it might be due to the leopard walking near them. But that was not near us. Oh well, that is hunting. Almost forgot to say, but since we changed blinds, our new one is a 6’ x 6’ dome tent. Fully encased in blankets and brush. Let me tell you, sitting in the blind in the 90 degree afternoon with two other men is quite cozy. So we headed back to the lodge for breakfast. After a quick bite to eat, I was asked if I would like to shoot a couple of blue wildebeest for the lodge. I gladly accepted and off we went. Here is a picture of the fruit of my labor on this one. So as with every other day in this story, we head out again this afternoon with high hopes of the mysterious leopard coming to feed. Day 10, August 7th. Was a long unsuccessful night again. Nothing but jackals and other creatures of the night stirring. The full moon is really bad. We are only getting about an hour right after sunset for total darkness. We decided still, to stick with this cat. Not knowing if he had killed something else and was tending to that food rather than coming to ours. We did go and take down one of the other trail cameras earlier in the morning. There was a young male leopard hitting that bait as well as a mongoose. First picture shows the site. Others, well you can guess. Again, we headed off in the afternoon to sit and hope for the return of the great spotted cat. Day 11, August 8th. No leopard came in the night again. We left this morning to another ranch, to see if we could find a nice kudu or warthog. We hunted until around lunch, but neither could be found. We did see quite a few, but nothing big. After lunch, a few beers and a shower, it was time to head back out to the blind one last afternoon and night. Hopefully, something would come in on the last night. THE LAST CHANCE!!!!!! Will the leopard show itself????????? To Continue.................

Day 6, August 3rd. After a quick breakfast at the lodge, we started out to check on the baits we had set out the previous day. At one of the sites, there were some kudu up above on the side of the hill, so I took a couple of pics. Nothing had been at this bait. We continued on and checked several others. Nothing had hit them either. Here is a shot of one of the locations. Also, some kudu standing nearby. As we arrived at the site where we had gotten pictures on the trail cam and the one we had been sitting. We had good news. The new tree which we had relocated the bait too had been hit the night before. We had to relocate the site, due to the wind changing direction and not having a good spot for the blind. After a quick look at the new pictures on the trail cam, it was confirmed to be the big tom from the previous pictures. Everyone is excited that he was back. We quickly finished up with some remaining blind construction items and hurried off to get a quick lunch to be back in the blind that afternoon. As we were headed to the blind this afternoon, found the time for a quick picture of some gemsbok standing on a rock outcropping. We get into the blind and prepare for what hopefully will be a productive day. Day 7, August 4th. No leopard activity the afternoon before or night. Did have a brown hyena come into the bait at around 10:00PM and walk off. But the leopard didn’t show. We made our rounds that morning on the way back to the lodge to check the other baits. Found two other baits that had been hit as well. One seemed to be from a couple of youngsters, but the other seemed to be a nice cat as well. Since he isn’t as consistant as the one we were already after. We decided to stick it out for the one that seems to hit the bait every couple of days. After a shower, lunch and a nap. We head off back for another afternoon and night in the blind. Eagerly waiting for the big cat to come back to his free meal. Here is a shot of a kudu bull we saw on the way back to the blind area. Day 8, August 5th. No leopard activity again from yesterday afternoon through the night. However, just before dark, we did hear some baboons near us on a hill barking. Then shortly afterwards we heard what sounded like a pig squealing, then dead silence. We believe that the leopard may have been making his rounds last night and came across another meal. On the way back to the lodge, we decided to take a springbok and make use of the fresh entrails to drag to the bait again. Which is probably good that the leopard didn’t show, as when I went to shoot the springbok, the first round didn’t go off, which was the round that had been in the chamber the last few nights. Primer was hit, but seems that the primer was too deep in the pocket for a good hit. Could have been a disaster with the only one shot gone on the cat. Anyway, here is a couple pictures of my springbok. So again, we head out this afternoon on what hopes to be the night. This cat seems to like fresh meat and sign, so we’ll see what happens this afternoon and evening. Story To Continue……….

The saga continues...... Day two, July 30th: We were picked up at first light and headed off to check other baits that had been put out. We checked numerous ones, but nothing had fed on any except one, but that was only a hyena that could reach it. We did see some fresh track of a female and from the size they said she was a mature one. So after a shower and a bite to eat, off for the blind again. The leopard had fed one night, then skipped a night and came back on the 3rd night. So looks to be a pattern. Day 3, July 31st. The morning started off as a brisk one. 21 F. Was a long afternoon and night yesterday/last night in the blind. Leopard did not come to the bait as hoped. Waited with anticipation, but nothing. Did have an owl come and land in a tree full of guinea fowl in the middle of the night. Boy did that wake up the world. Thought we might be in business, only to see the owl fly off a bit later to confirm it wasn’t the leopard. As early morning approached, just before sunrise, we heard the leopard off to our South a couple of hundred meters. He was making this grunting noise. Then the jackals started in a little later, only to have him grunting again. We readied ourselves in anticipation of him coming to feed. We waited until after daybreak, but he didn’t show. We took the trackers that arrived to pick us up and located his tracks, only to loose them on hard ground. The trackers had also heard a second leopard further down the valley, to which they said he was most probably grunting at that leopard. After a quick drive to check on a few other baits, we headed back to the lodge for a shower, bite to eat and a quick nap. Here are a few pics of some of the critters we saw while checking baits this morning. Another long sitting in the blind awaits this afternoon and night. Hopefully he is feeling the need for some free lunch/dinner. Day 4, August 1st. Morning started off colder than the last. 18 F. Was a long uneventful afternoon and night. Nothing came in to the bait. As we started on our rounds of checking other baits, seen this little guy in the grass. About mid morning after checking our last bait, we ran into a couple of jackals. I was able to take this one at 190 yards, just before he went over the ridge. Will make a nice addition to everything. The rest of the afternoon, we spent checking for sign. We decided to leave the blind alone for the night and let the cat become more comfortable again. As from a couple of days before, we weren’t sure if he was grunting at us or not. Day 5, August 2nd. This morning we decided to go and take a plains game. As I wanted an gemsbok and we needed some fresh bait. After an hour or so, we spotted this bull. Made about a 30 minute stalk to within a 130 yards of this nice heavy horned guy. Came close to getting another jackal, but the sneaky thing got into some thick brush and I was unable to pick it up. Later this afternoon, while putting fresh bait out at a couple of our sites. Ran across these critters. We would stay out of the blind one more afternoon and night this day. Just to see if any of the cats would come back to feed. The moon is not good right now, so we are optimistic. This is a very tough hunt. Story To Continue……….

As promised all. Here is the beginning of the story. I'm a couple of days behind, but having problems with the network. Well the hunt began with landing in Windhoek. My guides welcomed me with good news that they had a couple of different good cats hitting the baits. With getting settled in that night after a quick dinner and a few beers, the next day would be interesting. Day one, July 29th. After getting up early after a nice hot shower, here is a picture of the sunrise from the lodge. We had a quick breakfast and then headed out to do a little sighting in of the rifles and then procede with checking of the baits. We checked the first two but nothing had been hitting them. As we were headed for the 3rd bait, I happen to spot these gemsbok and snapped a couple of pictures. When we arrived at the 3rd bait, there was good news. The big cat that had ate on this a few days before had been back again. They had put up a trail camera and we were quick to see the pictures. It was a very large tom. Everyone is excited. So now we get to work on building the blind. From the pictures, it looked as if the cat was feeding just after sunset, so we had to work hard. As we were building the blind, we heard a dog barking nearby and then the screams of a young warthog. One of the PH’s grabbed his shotgun and we ran toward the commotion. It was a poachers dog that had caught a piglet. The dog looked happy as we walked up to it, as it had done a good job. Neverless, it was a poachers dog, so I shouldn’t have to say more. Well we went back to work on the blind and finished up at around 1:00pm. Hurried back to the lodge to grab some additional gear for the cold night ahead. We got back into the blind around 4:00pm and it was dead silence from there on. Into the night was sounds of jackels and even some baboons, which we figured had spotted the leopard somewhere on the mountains near us. It was a long, cold night of pushing each other to stop any signs of possible snoring. No leopard this night. The story to continue.............

Hopefully in another 17 months I'll be going with you.

bonus points for everyone in the family. Oh that's right, that is all we put in for. Good luck to all that drew this year!!! May you all be blessed with meat on the table and great horn for the wall.

Thanks Bill for the info, that is good to know. hunter4life, we were hunting in a place between Alexandria and Port Elizabeth. Was probably around a 25 minute drive to Alexandria. We actually took the bushbuck on a ranch on the opposite side of Grahamstown. About a little more than an hour drive from where we hunted everything else. I was after a kudu, but as luck has it, found the bushbuck. We saw some good kudu, but nothing I wanted. I opted to hold out until my Namibia hunt to see if I could connect with a good one then.

No problems on getting the animals back from South Africa. Last years are already in the US at my taxidermist and should be halfway done. These we just took should ship sometime next month. If I get a leopard, it requires a special permit called a Cities permit. Will be no problem getting it back to the US from Namibia with the permit. Just as long as they secure the crate well. I know of someone that had his shipped back last year and everything arrived except the leopard skin. Someone stole it out of the crate. There still is big money in these cat skins over here on the black market. The biggest problem we see now, is the house to put all of these new animals in along with all the animals I already had. Kori says that I have a Man-Warehouse not a Man-Cave. As I'm having numerous full mounts done.

We are hoping to be moved back to the US by the middle of the next year. So looks like I might be finally doing some coues hunting next year. I have one more African setup this year. I have a leopard hunt in Namibia the end of July. Should be fun.

Here are a few photos from yesterday afternoon over here in the Congo. A nicely camo'd out snake. The Gaboon Viper. Was around 4 1/2' long and about as fat as a roll of paper towels. We tried to run it over with a truck, but missed on 4 attempts. Oh well, maybe next time.