The day began with a departure at dawn. In the morning you can see a lot of animals that later hide from the scorching sun. I have to admit I'm very lucky. While driving I watch a grazing herd of impala, again two wildebeest slip by quite quickly. We pass a few buffaloes watching us closely, but there are also representatives of local birds, so how fortunate it is to see all these animals in their natural habitat.
Finally we reach the hill. I promised myself a lot after him. Today we are hunting Kudu. We leave the car with my professional hunter. P.H (Professional Hunter) is a specific profession that requires constant adaptation to the terrain and game. Benny, despite his young age, has extensive hunting experience. The first one follows, followed by the bushman and me. A few more jumps and we're at the foot of the mountain.
The sun rises inexorably higher and higher. It's still morning, but the heat is starting to hurt.
We install ourselves on the slope of a low mound covered with bush clumps. Savannah is ahead. This is where we looked for Kudu.
Despite my hunting experience on two continents, I have to rely on the skills of local hunters. Also now I leave them to look for Kudu out there in the Savannah. While they are surveying the area, I am contemplating. I gaze at the views under the bright blue sky. In front of me there is a vast grassy plain with not very lush trees. In places you can see isolated rocky hills surrounded by undulating terrain.
Observation of this wild nature teaches the ability to empathize with it.
A light tap on my shoulder pulled me out of this blissful state. It was Benny who announced the good news in a low voice. The bushman, thanks to his extraordinary perceptive abilities, scoured a beautiful Kudu somewhere far away in the Savannah. So in a moment we are going to stalk .