While we were taking photos and enjoying some coffee, we spotted a lone Black Wildebeest bull that looked really good from far, so we repositioned, got the wind in our favour and started a very long stalk that would take us through 2 valleys and up some serious terrain.  After much huffing and puffing we finally got up to the bench that we had marked a kilometre away.  As we poked our heads up the bull was still there feeding away from us.  We had to scramble a number of times until we could get within distance.  By this stage the cold breeze had picked up considerably making a steady rest off the sticks extremely difficult for Denise.  As the bull finally stopped and turned broadside the shot rang out and the wildebeest took off over the hill at a rate of knots.  Judging by the sound and reaction from the animal, it seemed as if he was hit a bit far back.  The soft wet ground made for easy tracking which we did for half a kilometre or so, as we tracked around into the next head of a valley we found him lying down and Denise was quick to put another shot into him.  He was a magnificent old Black Wildebeest with serious bosses, and he expired in the most perfect place for photos!

Cheers,

Craig Middleton