The day began with a trip at dawn. In the morning you can see many animals that later hide in front of the scorching sun. I have to admit that I have a lot of luck. While I am watching a grazing herd of impala, two gnu are running fast enough. We pass a few buffalo watching us carefully, but there are also representatives of the local birds. What a great happiness to be able to see all these animals in their natural environment.


Finally, we reach the hill. I promised myself a lot after him. Kudu hunting today. We are leaving the car with my professional hunter. P.H (Profesional Hunter) is a special profession that requires constant adaptation to the terrain and animals. Benny, despite her young age, has a lot of hunting experience. He goes first, with him a bushman and me. A few more jumps and we are at the foot of the mountain.
The sun inexorably rises higher and higher. It's still morning, but the heat is starting to bother. We install ourselves on the slope of a low mound overgrown with bush clusters. The savannah is ahead of us. That's where we came to look for kudu. Despite my hunting experience gained on two continents, I have to rely on the skills of local hunters. Also now I leave them busy watching the kudu somewhere in the savannah. At the time when they are involved in browsing the area, I contemplate. I look after the views under the bright blue sky. In front of me is a vast, grassy plain with a very lush forest stand. In places you can see isolated rock hills, surrounded by undulating terrain. Observation of this wild nature teaches how to feel it. A light knock on my shoulder tore me from this blissful state. It was Benny who in a low voice told me the good news. The Bushman, thanks to his extraordinary observational abilities, flew far away from the savannah of a beautiful kudu at a distance. So in a moment we're moving into the poddod ...