November Buffalo
THE MORNING SKY was showing the first traces of pink when we saw the herd, dark bodies in the distance, drifting across the track. We waited until they disappeared into the mopane trees, jumped off the vehicle and followed them. My watch showed five minutes past five, a good time to be in the veld and already stalking your quarry.
This was the third day of the hunt with hot and humid Lowveld weather where, no matter how much water you drank, and irrespective of how much you sweated, you were always hot. And the wind. It seemed that no matter what we tried, it always swirled and carried our scent to the buffalo, we just could not get lucky.
My son Matt and I have hunted together since he was old enough to walk in the veld. We have tramped many kilometres and shared lots of campfires. Hunting buffalo has always been our dream. Over the years I have learnt that if something is important to you, best you do it. They say time waits for no man
