We had a blast with Louis and crew including plenty of animal sightings and opportunities. The weather cooperated up until the last afternoon and morning and the skinners were busy to say the least.
The food was delicious and the company great. I took five animals including a nice Gemsbok the first evening. The evening was getting late, sun had just set, when Louis said he saw one coming in about a hundred yards out. Gemsbok wasn't on my list but a quick peek through my binoculars changed my mind. He came in and stopped, looked around and proceeded to the water. Louis had told me if a Gemsbok or zebra came in to stand back in the hide and between the windows. Wait for the animal to start to drink then draw, ease into the window and take my shot. The water was low in the trough and although I couldn't see his head, probably a good thing in retrospect, I could see his neck go up and down. Fairly spooky but not spooking off. Guess I could've shot then but was heeding the experts advice. Finally the animal knelt to drink and I eased out, drawing and aiming and dropping the string. The arrow thumped him hard through the meat of the shoulder and buried the broadhead it the opposite shoulder bone. He was up and over the waterhole in a heartbeat but the fetching sticking out told me I had plenty of penetration in the right spot. However, the PH thought I might have hit a bit back.
I told him no way. Maybe two or three inches higher than perfect but still should be a dead animal. After a quick review of the footage Louis was up and out of the hide. Taking to the track at a brisk walk following foot prints while I'm searching for bloodbin red sand. Soon I realized he was out of sight and hurried to catch up. When I did he was coming toward me a big smile on his face. It was down hard, easy find and the relief and celebration was on.