Hunting Kizigo And Ugalla In Tanzania 2009

Hunt Report X

We followed a herd of buffalo, then managed to shoot a bull from it, and as we ran after them trying to get another one, they ran over this little guy. So next time you are in the bush, make sure you get out of the way of a charging herd of buffalo.

The bull mentioned above before his friends trampled the mouse to death.

Puff adder. We generally see several snakes on each safari

Above is what I found waiting for me for breakfast. So nice to have so many considerate friends! Walter said "Just add Tabasco, you won't be able to tell what you are eating by the amount of Tabasco you eat"

Dug outs that are used by the locals

How to slaughter and cut up a hippo

A few close ups of a hippos teeth. Hopefully one does not get this view while the hippo is still alive!

This is the croc that came back to life later in the camp. They managed to tie his mouth shut before he could cause much damage.

Everyone is happily playing with the "dead" croc.

This was a very brave leopard. We put up several baits, and several were hit. This showed more promise, as he had the biggest track. We came in the afternoon to replenish the bait, and put up the blind. The bait was on a tree close to an old ant hill, which we planned on putting our blind on. We stopped the truck right close to the ant hill, and as Alan walked up the hill, we heard something run off. It was our friend the leopard. We could see him trolling away into the bush, not seeming to care about us at all. We put the blind up. It was one of those instant type, which makes life very easy.

We sat on the bait, but nothing happened. We were sure our friend wasn't too far though.

Next afternoon, we came and sat at the bait again. Just as the sun was down, he suddenly appeared. He climbed the tree, and walk up to the bait. Alan was getting his camera ready, when the leopard decided to depart. The branch on which the bait was, was jutting up and to the right from the tree. As the leopard walked back, he was walking on towards us, going downwards. It was either then, or never, so I fired a shot at him, aiming to hit him high in his left shoulder. He fell off the tree at the shot. We all expected him to be dead at the bottom of the tree. From my position, I could not see anything, but Alan said "He is walking away, shoot him gain!"  I said "Where is he?" "He is coming this way, shoot him again!" Alan pulls his video camera away from the hole on his side in the blind, and put my rifle through it. Hoping to see the leopard. I still could not see anything, and thought he might be hidden below us, and I would see him just as he touched the blind! I stuck my head through the hole in the blinds, shaking the blind quite a bit in doing so. Luckily, the blind was anchored down, otherwise we might have gone rolling down the hill to meet the leopard!

We still could not see anything, then  Alan looked through the binoculars - it was getting rather dark, but he said " I think I see some blood on the road"

By this time the truck arrived. Alan and me both got on top of the cab, with rifles ready. We followed the blood into the grass. Then Alan fired a shot at something almost under the left front tire. I then saw what looked like dark object where Alan had fired, and I added another into it. We shown a torch onto it, and found our leopard. Alan said he saw it it is last throws of death. As he was lying down on his side, raising his head and putting it down. He walked about 50 yards, seemingly not bothered by the shot at all. We loaded him up and headed for camp. The driver radioed ahead to let them know we had gotten our leopard. We were met with the usual celebrations.

Turtle shells and rocks from the crocs stomach.