“Yep, Southern Hemisphere Mozambique in November will qualify as ‘Sub-Alpine’ in both altitude and climate!
“As I’ve mentioned elsewhere, I will be hunting the Zambezi Delta region four times in the next 1 1/2 years. So, my pack needs to also be very durable when used as a carry-on for overseas flights, shoved into the cargo holds of charter flights and worn under blistering hot and humid conditions through ‘bush’ and swamps.
“However, I also chose this pack with upcoming North American and European trips in mind as well. Whether on horseback hunts after Elk and Mule Deer in Wyoming or ‘stalking’ Chamois and Mouflon in France, I wanted this to become my go-to day pack for hunting.”
I hope you guys enjoy this review half as much as I do the SITKA 2700. I’m looking forward to giving an ‘in-the-field’ review once Frances and I get to Mozambique.
My Safari in Mozambique this November is drawing near. Though South Africa will likely remain closed – blocking our airline trip through Johannesburg to Beira – Frances and I can use either Qatar or Ethiopian Airlines to get around SA. With those options in mind, we continue our trip preparation. Take a look at my most recent review on TheTruthAboutGuns to see some of the cool Trader Keith products we will be using in Coutada 11!
This ‘hunting’ story or more accurately, ‘preparation for hunting’ story, was very enjoyable to write. It allowed me to dream of using my late-Dad’s custom built rifle to take a Cape Buffalo. It is yet to be seen whether that dream will become a reality, but I’m going to give it a go this November. Hope you enjoy this article as much as I did putting it together. You can check it out here.
I have been really fortunate to get to see, and work with, wonderful firearms turned out by some of the best manufacturers in North America and Europe. The rifle featured in my review that appeared yesterday is no exception. H-S Precision is known for creating the highest-quality, best-performing parts for firearms. They also are lauded for putting together some of the finest custom-built, long-range rifles in the industry. I would encourage you to take a look at my review to see their newest addition to their line of hunting rifles.
O.K. so that may seem a bit hyperbolic for those who know that without my hearing aids I’m, well, pretty deaf. So, why do I love Electronic Shooters Protection’s STEALTH ear plugs? Read here to find out.
Seriously, I am NOT blowing smoke up anyone’s skirt. These guys know how to provide hearing protection and hearing enhancement while you’re on the range or while hunting.
“As usual, I was anxiously waiting for my SKB double-rifle guncase to appear after my flight from Johannesburg into Atlanta’s Hartsfield International Airport. I breathed a sigh of relief as the agent brought it into the check-in room on the other side of the glass partition.
“If my brother had not grabbed my arm, I would have been pounding on the glass a few seconds later. Instead of placing the guncase onto the empty spaces on the shelf, or setting it down on the floor, she raised it up to chest height and dropped the case onto the concrete. I guess she was making it crystal clear that she was anti-hunting…
“That episode made me start wondering if there was another option available that might act to camouflage my firearms a bit better than my beloved SKB carrier…”
The article from my time at the Dorchester Shooting Preserve appeared on the TruthAboutGuns.com. You guys should check out Dorchester if you like to hunt quail and pheasant, or if you would prefer to just relax and shoot on their rifle, pistol and/or sporting clays courses! You can check out my article here.
My latest book review, this one on Taylor’s African Rifles and Cartridges, just appeared. This is a text I return to over-and-over-again when researching rifles and cartridges for hunting in Africa, and elsewhere. I hope you too love this classic Africana!
“…if you properly respect what you are after, and shoot it cleanly and on the animal’s terrain, if you imprison in your mind all the wonder of the day from sky to smell to breeze to flowers – then you have not merely killed an animal. You have lent immortality to a beast you have killed because you loved him and wanted him forever so that you could always recapture the day. You could always remember how blue the sky was and how you sat on a high hill…” (Robert Ruark; Horn of the Hunter)
While I settled gently back into my chair, I checked my watch; it was eleven thirty. I was now convinced of my failure in this morning’s hunt for a buck. I figured that if there had been one nearby, he probably scented me, or heard me snoring, or saw me strip and re-dress. I was fairly dispirited, but now my concern shifted to the possibility of losing one of my few opportunities to collect a doe for the freezer. I listened for any movement, in order to take advantage of the next chance I got to carry the doe home. I was in this frame of mind when I heard a slight rustling to my left. I breathed a sigh of relief that the cover scent was again proving its worth, as the sound was coming from directly downwind. I slowly turned and stood to be able to get a good look over the intervening black berry and privet. I spotted the tannish gray head of a deer and gently brought my gun to the high skeet position in case the animal turned out to be the doe rather than the yearling. The deer form took shape as it cleared the brush. Instead of the doe or yearling, there stood a buck 17 yards away, its rut-swollen neck extended in the classic ‘sneak’ pose. I had been observing basket eight pointers since opening day, but this deer’s body was half again the size of those youngsters. He walked with the stiff-legged gate of the mature bucks shown on hunting programs. I saw three long tines on his left side as I began to raise my 7mm Remington Magnum to my shoulder. He continued to ease through, acting just like a buck would if he was investigating a hot doe. I then realized he was probably being reeled in by the combination of the Tink’s urine scent and the living, doe decoy. I had to aim high on his shoulder to shoot over the brush that now stood between us.
I have read of animals falling from under the shooter’s sights. Usually the writer is referring to elephants. However, no African big-game hunter has been more excited than I when this buck dropped at the report of my gun. Upon later inspection, I found that the 175 grain Nosler Partition had caught him in the spine. I chambered another round and waited, hardly noticing the doe and yearling now standing frozen 10 yards behind me, looking towards the spot where the buck had fallen. I heard a gentle rustling and then no sound at all came from where the buck had stood. I waited another minute, closed my rifle on an empty chamber, and carefully climbed down the ladder. As I stepped from the lowest rung, I saw that the doe and yearling had not moved. Now they were staring intently at me. The doe lifted her right front leg and stomped it sharply on the ground. I moved slowly along their front, but not until I was within feet of the yearling did they turn, raise their flags and spring into the brush.
I had to circle wide of the hedge that stood nearly as high as my head. As I rounded the corner of the obstruction, I spotted the form of my first Whitetail buck with more than 2 points to a side. He was “only” a seven pointer, but in my eyes he was magnificent. When weighed later, he tipped the scales at approximately 160 pounds on the hoof. I knelt down beside him and breathed a sigh and prayer of thanksgiving. How can one not be in awe of such a creation. I thought of the offerings given by Native Americans at the sight of their kills; offerings to their gods and to the slain animal, offerings that reflected their recognition that the taking of a life meant they would live. This reflects a different belief system to mine, but one that echos a proper respect for the life taken in order for memories to be borne in the hunter.