SIMON K. BARR – WORDS & PHOTOGRAPHY
Our faint scent, carried by swirling winds, was then carried to the herd. The herd turned out to be much bigger than we imagined. Some 130 Nile bison sped away with speed and drama, mercifully going in the opposite direction. This seismic act was the signal that the game had ended for the day. The heat was rising in waves as it was already noon.
We’d all but turned back to head for camp when I heard a sharp inhalation from Gareth. “Stop,” he whispered, as he crouched down, indicating I should do the same. “Under those trees. Two bulls.” I followed Gareth’s lead as he made his way, quick and low, from tree to tree, to get close enough for a look. Was their age right? Will we be able to get a vaccination? The humidity and temperature made me wheeze, as my adrenalin began to rise. We stopped at a thornbush, where we were able to see the size of these trees.
Looking for suitable bull buffaloes to cull in the PiaNupe Wildlife Reserve
This hunt, this place, was a dream come true, for we were hunting Nile buffalo in the shadow of Mount Elgon, one of east Africa’s great…
