At dinner table last night, Chris asked me about the possibility of shooting a Big old Giraffe bull.
After about 40 trips to Africa, this would be Chris's first attempt to shoot one of there giants.
We left camp earlier than usual, yet another cold day seemed to ahead of us.
We left in two vehicles this time to cover as much ground as possibly in a shorter time. It was not long till I heard the crack on my 2way radio when the other crew called in to report the sighting of a lone bull that they have spotted.
We made our way in their direction. About 30min later we were on the tracks of a Giraffe that might be one we are after.
With the dense vegetation and heavy fog on top of it, the advisability was very poor.
I came around a big Candelabra Tree, when I saw the massive bull for the first time. Only problem was, we have also been seen.
Chris and I ducked down and made our approach. Just as we got to about 70y the old bull moved even deeper into the thickets.
For a moment we lost all viability to our quarry and started to walk into ta direction where I thought he might have gone. About 20min later we came to an old road and as we entered it I noticed the bull standing to our left. He was about 100y from us, but I told Chris, IT's NOW OR NEVER.
I got Chris onto the shooting sticks and within second the silence of the early morning was disturbed by the blast of the 300wm. The bullet struck low on the neck and the bull ran down a game path, with Chris and I following at a quicker than usual pace.
The bull stood still for a second, just enough for Chris to put another round through the lungs. This time he did not go far. The old bull came down just 20y from where he was secondly shot.
By the time we got to him it was all over and silent.
This has been a huge event for Chris and even more so for me to be with him at this time.
29 August 2017 is a day that will long be remembered by both of us.