[grayghost]

I took my Warthog at 1:20 PM. We loaded him up and headed back out on the plains: in search of Blesbok. We saw a number of them as we made our way back to the cover we had found before lunch, but there would be no way to slip within the 200 yard range I hoped to get, so we drove on. When we arrived at our ambush site, I took my .280 out of the case and Meyrick and I got situated in the shade. Jackson would drive off and find himself a shady spot and begin skinning my Warthog. Jackson carries his skinning kit along with a large plastic tub and salt, in case he needs to begin skinning on warm days. The meat is kept clean in large plastic sheets. He does an excellent job of taking care of your trophies. I have requested him to accompany me on my return next year; he's outstanding at his job. He hadn't been gone for two minutes when a herd of Wildebeast and Blesbok came over the ridge. As Jackson drove away down the ridge, they had been crossing in front of him and the crazy Black Wildebeast took off like bee's were stinging them; Blesbok in tow. Most of them skirted behind us but a small group of Blesbok headed straight for me. I had already set up my Bipod and when they stopped, Meyrick told me the last one was a good ram. The herd spotted us and turned to face us. Range: 137 yards. The ram took two steps and cleared from the others; I fired, he fell. A good frontal, angling shot gave an instant kill. Not as colorful as their cousin Bontebok, but a beautiful antelope nonetheless. My ram has blonde horns with black vertical striping. Very unusual, as most Blesbok I have mounted had an earth green tinted horn with blonde ridges. Continued.....