Bush Pig

The great thing about Africa is that you never know what you’ll see at a blind, during a stalk, or just riding around.  My most recent trip was to Wilgekrans Game Reserve in the Northwest Province in South Africa.  It was interrupted by two emergency MAJOR surgeries in less than a week (the second one to keep me from bleeding to death!). I was taking it easy as I waited to get approval to fly home.  I was spending half my days napping, and the other half feeling depressed because I could not do much.

One day, my wife forced me to take my 22 to go bird hunting. The workers love guinea fowl and I promised them I would get a few.  Well, they were about the only thing scarce at Wilgekrans.  But it felt good to be out on a quad, hunting.

A few days later we took the quads back through a river valley to go to the lodge.  We saw Waterbuck, Mountain Reedbuck, Bushbuck, and then we came around the bend and right in the middle of the road was a Bushpig.  They are very allusive, primarily coming out at night.  I stopped the bike, and told Ginny to get the camera out.  Then I remembered, hey, I have my rifle!  I looked back at my PH, Roche, and he put 2 thumbs up…

I have to backtrack to before my surgery.  Several Bush pigs had been seen and we put out trail cameras to try to pattern them, but no luck.  I have a couple of cool warthogs in my trophy room, and would have loved to complement them with a Bush pig.

So I crawled off the bike, and with my PH’s ok (Roche), I waited to get a good shot. It was running down the road, and I was not going to take a Texas heart shot.  Then he veered to the left and tried to climb a rocky hill.  That was when I was able to get an anchor shot in, then a fatal shot.

What a cool animal!  What a great, unexpected trophy!