Location: South Africa
Hunting In Hell True story 9-12 May 2012 2012/05/21 17:30
Hunting in Hell by Mike Pieters 9-12 May 2012
It was in November 2011 that we started planning and making the arrangements for our annual four day hunting expedition.
As the hunting season starts on 1 May each year and continues until 30 September we were on track to secure the hunt.
I made arrangements and received confirmation that the hunt was booked from 9 to 12 May 2012 at a farm named Speodwel situated outside Marble Hall.
Plans were set in motion, invitations were sent to five of my buddies of which three responded immediately. One could not confirm at that stage but did confirm later that he would attend.
We later encountered a problem with the farmers girlfriend informing us of a double booking and that we therefore no longer had a place booked for a hunt and put it down to the “sh@#$ happens factor”.
A booking was then made by Bill (Wild Bill) at a place he had hunted at before called Wenzel Bees en Wild and had a sample of these monster pigs on his perimeter fence to prove the claim.
We had a huge problem firstly trying to get hold of the farm owner and then to obtain a price list and confirmation, but eventually succeeded and paid over a 50% deposit for the accommodation. Then just more than a month before we were to depart we encountered another problem in trying to get either GPS or written instructions from the farmer as to how we are to locate the farm and eventually after resending begging a pleading only received GPS co-ordinates with a broken promise of the instructions to follow.
On Route To Hell
On the morning of our departure date William arrived at 06H00 at my home to pick me up with his 4X4 double cab. We loaded all the hunting gear and food, kissed the dog and patted the misses and departed to our destination using our GPS co-ordinates supplied by the farmer’s wife.
We had made arrangements with Bill that we would follow him in his new R700’000 Land Rover and we departed on route. I soon realised something was wrong once we took the N4 towards Britz as the GPS kept on instructing us to turn around and take a different route but Bill said we are to follow him.
We got to Thabazimbi, and met up with “Murphy” because we then came to the sudden realisation that the co-ordinates supplied by the farmer’s wife was incorrect. I immediately made a frantic call to Roy who was already on a dirt road for 60 Km’s and only 25 Km from his pre-set GPS co-ordinates, he answered the phone with a cheerful voice but suddenly turned to a high pitched frenzy once I informed him that the GPS co-ordinates we got from the farmer was incorrect. I told him that we were following Bill who was also not sure where the farm was even though he had been there twice before and he was making frantic telephone calls to his son and brother to get instructions.
As a matter of interest the farmer was not available on his cell phone as he was in class teaching kids with learning disabilities.
We then instructed Roy to turn around and to proceed in the direction of Thabazimbi and once there we would send him the new co-ordinates via SMS.
The dirt road from Thabazimbi towards the farm was very bad and could easily pass as a secret weapon to destroy a charging Army’s mobility but we eventually arrived at Wenzel Bees en Wild and William then used his phone to send Roy the new and correct co-ordinates. My phone had no reception.
We were greeted by a deaf tracker who was later joined by a tracker with one eye. The usual greetings, smiles and questions on the game took place with the deaf tracker communicating in a basic form of sign language we could all understand.
Bill then suddenly realised that we needed a vehicle to retrieve the game we were going to shoot and started blaming me for us not having a vehicle to retrieve the game.
This farmer apparently did not allow hunters to shoot from vehicles as they are to walk and stalk the game which is why we went to this farm as we wanted to hunt in the traditional ethical African way.
I did not know that we had to drag our game out of the bush and had never heard of a game farm that did not have a vehicle to transport hunters to their drop off points and to retrieve game but on this farm it was something new and I don’t think would ever catch on at any other game farm.
In one of Rauk’s books there is a black and white photographs showing a Donkey cart being pulled by cattle retrieving game but on this farm I believe the Donkey cart was still an unknown advancements that still had to be discovered.
Hello!!!!!!! there was an old Isuzu bakkie rigged to resemble a game vehicle but was only good enough to retrieving very scarce and rationed dry wood for the cooking and shower water (Donkey) fires.
We then boarded our vehicles again and preceded to the hunter’s accommodation with Bill moaning and groaning.
We stopped at a not to bad looking area having two four sleeper bunk houses, a poor attempt at a kitchen area and a larger area housing the fire place and a concrete table and chairs with a new green umbrella.
As soon as we approached the kitchen we were greeted by the vulgar smell of rotting flesh.
I opened the door to the kitchen area and was disgusted by what we identified to be our eating utensils, pots, plates, cups and what else goes with a kitchen.
One of the most shocking things was the fact that the white washing and drying cloths were 80% black. The only reason why we could identify the rags as kitchen cloths is because it is the normal type found in most kitchens and they ARE normally white.
I eventually ended up using the cloth I got out of my gun room that morning to clean the car windows as a washing up cloth.
I proceeded to unpack the rations and to my total disgust found I had 23 eggs left from the 48 I brought along due to the 45 Km of bad farm road we had to travel on. The broken eggs had also softened the boxes holding the rusks, salad in a box, chips, dip and coated many other items but when considering it was the road to Hell it was not that bad.
Upon opening the steel kitchen cupboards I found them filthy with dead insects, crawling insects, mice droppings, sand and dust covering the shelves and came to the conclusion that these cupboards had not been cleaned in a long, long time.
Well seeing that I took my two high blood pressure tablets early that morning I was safe from having an Aneurism or Heart attack and proceeded to clean up, washing and drying egg off the tins, bottles and whatever else the eggs damaged and coated.
William and Wild Bill then progressed to the starting up of the little Suzuki generator to power the two portable refrigerators they brought and !!!!!!By Gum!!!!!! the generator Wild Bill brought along was sick.
It was very interesting watching and listening to a Pilot and an Explosives Expert concur on the diagnosis, prognosis and repair of the faulty generator.
At one stage I gave my “two and six” worth informing them that the fault was fuel starvation, they just looked at me as if I was Malema so I shut up and proceeded to continue with my cleaning exercise.
Bill handed me an ICE COLD BEER and it was GONE IN SECONDS.
I moaned and groaned like a Bear with a sore tooth saying that the farmer and his wife must really have a poor opinion of the people who c
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