We had driven about 30 miles from the Africa Maximum Safaris main camp to a large concession just north of Swartruggens, about 100 miles northeast of Joburg, SA.
Entering the gate of the huge enclosure, I climbed into the back of the Toyota, placed my light double 9.3x74r on the gun rack, hung my camera beside it, and grabbed the binoculars. A tap on the hood signaled Piet Wolmarans my PH that we were good to go.
We would drive the seeming endless labyrinth of dirt roads looking for fresh buffalo spoor. John the tracker kept a keen eye on the slightest disturbance on the road surface, every so often lightly tapping on the roof. Piet would stop and they would closely inspect the road surface, speaking softly… “a few hours ago, this way”… nodding and pointing the direction of travel.
Further down an incredibly straight dirt road in the middle of nowhere with heavy bush and thick cover on both sides, John quickly double-tapped on the roof, indicating that something was close by, with fresh tracks
