Posted By: Dimitri
Email to a farmer - 09/02/20 06:58 AM
Hi everyone,
This past Sunday was a very special day for our family and my eldest son in particular. He is 11 years old and this year he asked whether he could shoot his first buck. COVID-19 restrictions got in the way and when we did our week-long trip to the Botswana border it just worked out that he did not get an opportunity. We are near the end of our hunting season here in SA so we decided to try and get him his first buck on Sunday. What follows is the email that I sent yesterday to the farmer on whose property we hunted. I used Google translate as I wrote to the farmer in his first language (Afrikaans) and did not have the time to retype it. Some of the wording may come across a little odd due to the translation.
Hi Louis,
I have been hunting on your farm for years but even though you have given me permission to shoot any antelope on your property I have never done so. It was not because I did not have opportunities. In the beginning I did not want to shoot the antelope because I wanted to prove that I am not someone who just shoots left and right and just wants to kill things. I love nature very much and it is an immense privilege for me to be able to enjoy time in nature on your farm. I know I am the only person who actually hunts on your farm and so I have become even more in love with the animals and nature on your farm and take care of it like my own. As you know, we usually shoot targets and gamebirds. Shooting an antelope or two every year is not going to have an impact on numbers but it is just as enjoyable to look at them, stalk them and then leave them in peace. Thank you so much for this wonderful opportunity that you give me and that I am also now sharing with my boys for the last 7 years.
George is now 11 years old and asked if he could shoot his own buck this year. He shoots nice grouping with the .243 and we studied the shot placement photos and pictures together. He was, in my opinion, emotionally ready to shoot his first buck and we decided that a grey duiker is a good buck to start with. I thought it might take us a season or two to get it right to hunt a duiker successfully because they are not at all easy to hunt on foot in the day. I wanted us to get close to the buck too and said that George can only take a shot if we can get within 70m of the buck.
On Sunday I walked quietly and slowly to the hill with the boys. I have regularly encountered duikers in the vicinity of the hill in the past. We found fresh duiker droppings in some places but did not see any duikers. The korhans flying out in front of us made a lot of noise and I thought they let everything in the area know that we were there. The closer to the hill we got the slower we walked and we stopped regularly and thoroughly searched through the binoculars for movement. I was also afraid that we might run into the kudus and that they would chase the duiker away if they ran. When we were about 150m from the round cement dam, George saw something moving near the road. It was a duiker ewe. I asked George if he wants to shoot an ewe and he said yes. So we started stalking from bush to bush closer to the ewe. We were about 100m from the ewe when I saw a ram. The ram was closer to us than the ewe and was walking to our right side. We then chose a cattle trail to get closer to the ram and cut him off on his route. The tension built up as we got about 40m from the ram and he then disappeared behind the long grass. I whispered to George that he needs to get ready and take a slow, deep breaths. I saw a movement in the grass and realised that the duiker was going to come out here in front of us. I then quickly put up the shooting sticks and handed the gun to George who prepared himself. The ram came out 15m in front of us and stopped! He stood "quartering to" and George shot the ram perfectly on the front shoulder and through the lungs. The ram ran about 30m. I had a lump in my throat when we got to the buck. George trembled and said thank you over and over and over again. Alec gave George a hug and it made the lump in my throat grow bigger how much the brothers love each other and how happy Alec was that George shot the buck and how happy George was that his brother was with him. George asked if he could get a blood streak on his cheek from his first buck and I then made a streak on each cheek.
George helped carry the duiker to the road. We had to rest a few times and he had to shake a tick or two off his hand but he smiled broadly. We left the buck in the shade and fetched the bakkie (pickup) to load it. We then hung the buck in the shade under the trees near the orange pump on the way to the big dam. There, George helped gut, skin and quarter the duiker. Arriving home, mom, sister and aunt were there to welcome the hunter, congratulate him and hear the story. George also had to cook the fillets for us. George and I cut and packed a few cuts for the pot / oven together and also cut and spiced biltong. Last night we hung the biltong and this morning he tasted the first small, thin piece. He says it's the best biltong he's ever tasted. We kept the skull and plan to mount it on a shield after treatment. It was a beautiful duiker whose horns measured almost 4 ½ inches.
Louis, thank you again very much for always making us feel welcome on your farm and for making George's dream come true.
I am attaching some photos.
Dimitri, George and Alec
This past Sunday was a very special day for our family and my eldest son in particular. He is 11 years old and this year he asked whether he could shoot his first buck. COVID-19 restrictions got in the way and when we did our week-long trip to the Botswana border it just worked out that he did not get an opportunity. We are near the end of our hunting season here in SA so we decided to try and get him his first buck on Sunday. What follows is the email that I sent yesterday to the farmer on whose property we hunted. I used Google translate as I wrote to the farmer in his first language (Afrikaans) and did not have the time to retype it. Some of the wording may come across a little odd due to the translation.
Hi Louis,
I have been hunting on your farm for years but even though you have given me permission to shoot any antelope on your property I have never done so. It was not because I did not have opportunities. In the beginning I did not want to shoot the antelope because I wanted to prove that I am not someone who just shoots left and right and just wants to kill things. I love nature very much and it is an immense privilege for me to be able to enjoy time in nature on your farm. I know I am the only person who actually hunts on your farm and so I have become even more in love with the animals and nature on your farm and take care of it like my own. As you know, we usually shoot targets and gamebirds. Shooting an antelope or two every year is not going to have an impact on numbers but it is just as enjoyable to look at them, stalk them and then leave them in peace. Thank you so much for this wonderful opportunity that you give me and that I am also now sharing with my boys for the last 7 years.
George is now 11 years old and asked if he could shoot his own buck this year. He shoots nice grouping with the .243 and we studied the shot placement photos and pictures together. He was, in my opinion, emotionally ready to shoot his first buck and we decided that a grey duiker is a good buck to start with. I thought it might take us a season or two to get it right to hunt a duiker successfully because they are not at all easy to hunt on foot in the day. I wanted us to get close to the buck too and said that George can only take a shot if we can get within 70m of the buck.
On Sunday I walked quietly and slowly to the hill with the boys. I have regularly encountered duikers in the vicinity of the hill in the past. We found fresh duiker droppings in some places but did not see any duikers. The korhans flying out in front of us made a lot of noise and I thought they let everything in the area know that we were there. The closer to the hill we got the slower we walked and we stopped regularly and thoroughly searched through the binoculars for movement. I was also afraid that we might run into the kudus and that they would chase the duiker away if they ran. When we were about 150m from the round cement dam, George saw something moving near the road. It was a duiker ewe. I asked George if he wants to shoot an ewe and he said yes. So we started stalking from bush to bush closer to the ewe. We were about 100m from the ewe when I saw a ram. The ram was closer to us than the ewe and was walking to our right side. We then chose a cattle trail to get closer to the ram and cut him off on his route. The tension built up as we got about 40m from the ram and he then disappeared behind the long grass. I whispered to George that he needs to get ready and take a slow, deep breaths. I saw a movement in the grass and realised that the duiker was going to come out here in front of us. I then quickly put up the shooting sticks and handed the gun to George who prepared himself. The ram came out 15m in front of us and stopped! He stood "quartering to" and George shot the ram perfectly on the front shoulder and through the lungs. The ram ran about 30m. I had a lump in my throat when we got to the buck. George trembled and said thank you over and over and over again. Alec gave George a hug and it made the lump in my throat grow bigger how much the brothers love each other and how happy Alec was that George shot the buck and how happy George was that his brother was with him. George asked if he could get a blood streak on his cheek from his first buck and I then made a streak on each cheek.
George helped carry the duiker to the road. We had to rest a few times and he had to shake a tick or two off his hand but he smiled broadly. We left the buck in the shade and fetched the bakkie (pickup) to load it. We then hung the buck in the shade under the trees near the orange pump on the way to the big dam. There, George helped gut, skin and quarter the duiker. Arriving home, mom, sister and aunt were there to welcome the hunter, congratulate him and hear the story. George also had to cook the fillets for us. George and I cut and packed a few cuts for the pot / oven together and also cut and spiced biltong. Last night we hung the biltong and this morning he tasted the first small, thin piece. He says it's the best biltong he's ever tasted. We kept the skull and plan to mount it on a shield after treatment. It was a beautiful duiker whose horns measured almost 4 ½ inches.
Louis, thank you again very much for always making us feel welcome on your farm and for making George's dream come true.
I am attaching some photos.
Dimitri, George and Alec