There is just something about the red dunes of the Kalahari. I don’t quite know what it is, but it is intoxicating! Maybe it’s the vast emptiness, the silence of the grass swaying in the warm morning breeze, the unapologetic rawness of the local people, the cleanness of pure nature, the sociable weavers nesting for a modest living, or the red sand cracking under your boots with the crossing of each dune. Or maybe it’s just the splendid and undeniable beauty.
Just recently, I hunted in the southeastern parts of Namibia known as the Kalahari in search of gemsbuck and springbuck in their native habitat. Martin Jansen van Rensburg, owner of Van Rensburg Hunting, arranged this very special hunt for me. The hunting concession covers more than 50 000 ha – a true Kalahari experience. Casper, an old friend of mine, joined me to film the hunt.
I’ve hunted the Kalahari on several different occasions before, but this time proved to be unique in many ways. We would be in the veld early, with the sun just creeping over the red dunes. Then we would walk into the wind slowly, crossing the dunes. With each dune crossing, we would carefully peek over
