Back in the game

Sweat trickled into my eyes as I gazed longingly down the deep greenish blue Okavango delta waters. It’s so beautiful, so so clear. Would I have I any saliva left, I would have been drooling just thinking about crystalline coolness.

Riccardo and I had triple checked all our gear earlier that morning, in preparation for our four nights, five days sitatunga hunt in an isolated area of the Okavango delta. Finally, we arrived at camp after a long hunt and the merciless wind that was blowing there quickly chilled our sweat drenched bodies.

Sweaty, wind chilled and thirsty, I really started questioning myself, what drove a person to such a level of insanity. It’s a question that I do not think any hunter or guide can truly answer. I hunt-guided a number of times and I could not count how often I had sworn in a moment of disappointment, discomfort and utter exhaustion.

This was one of those moment. But I know that something always pulls me back, I can’t stay away from this sport, it is my addiction and my passion.

Still sitting up on the canoe and within five minutes my spirit was lifted as I spotted a herd of five sitatunga, they turned out to be nannies and young. This time my guests are looking at beautiful well grown male sitatungas.


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