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<blockquote data-quote="HammerB1" data-source="post: 2636400" data-attributes="member: 8224"><p>Here goes the Holtmeyer story. Written up by 14-year-old Grace Holtmeyer, daughter of Brian and Steph. If there are typos, blame Steve. Just because you can. Here it goes. As you know from Steve's post, we left Montana early Saturday morning, and were greeted by Gilbert in Johannesburg Sunday evening. We were taken straight to Africa Sky after we got through customs at the airport. We quickly got settled in and had a nice dinner, and time around the pool and fire. We had a not-so-good nights sleep from the time change and woke up to pack and get on the road. We were taken to Trophy Game Safaris and arrived at about 2PM. The first timers, including me, finally got to meet the very well talked about Tino (also a PH) and Amanda, who own TG Safaris, and their daughter Tianda. The house help got all our bags to our cabins which helped us get everything ready to go to the range. Tino had all our suppressors ready for us, so we just had to make sure that all our guns were zeroed in. After taking a few practice shots and making sure everything is running smoothly, we went out for our first hunt. The way they do it down there is to drive around on the company trucks. When an animal on one of your lists is spotted, you get out and start to stalk. All the PH's and trackers have a crazy eye for anything out there. Even through the incredibly thick brush, they can spot an animal standing dead still 200 yards off the trail. If and when you have an opportunity to shoot, you shoot off sticks. We only had about an hour and a half until the sun went down, but that is all I needed. After not too long, Tino spotted a herd of Zebra run across the trail about 200 yards in front of us. Me and Tino got right out of the truck and started stalking. It wasn't much of a stalk on this one, but it was still an unreal experience. We saw them again after not too long, and I got a shot off straight away. I shot my 27 Sherman Short INSERT GUN INFO HERE. I was only about 80 yards away, and he ran about 70 yards before he dropped. He was quartered toward me, so I had to shoot through his shoulder. We found him, took photos, loaded him up and took him to the butcher shop. When butchering, we saw how much I truly shattered the shoulder bone. Of course, I had to rub it in to Steve and Eric that their truck was empty and ours was not. Very glad to have been the first kill of the trip. We had an amazing dinner cooked by the amazing Amanda. Her cooking is honestly the icing on top of the trip.</p><p>[ATTACH=full]400286[/ATTACH]</p><p> </p><p></p><p>The next morning, we went out again with Tino and Barend (another PH). At about 7AM, we spotted a Sable, number one on Steph, my moms, list. Her and Barend got out of the truck and started to stalk. After only about 10 minutes, we heard a shot. We drove to when they were and helped them find the trophy Sable. She shot from about 75 yards away, and it ran only about 30 before dropping in its tracks. It was almost perfectly broadside, but even if it wasn't, moms shot would have been flawless either way. And it was. After we took photos and took it back to the house to be skinned and butchered, we went right back out. Me and Barend went out stalking some Blesbok twice but were never able to get a shot off. We went back for lunch at about 11:30 and went back out at 1:30 or 2. This time me and my mom went out with Rayne (Eric's wife), Barend, and Zane (another PH). My dad went out with Tino so he could get his Cape Buffalo, the only thing he really wanted to get on this trip. Rayne went out stalking her Zebra with Zane, but they got spooked before they could get a shot. None of us had any luck the rest of the day. Except Brian. Down at the croc/hippo pond, he, Eric, and Tino were on a 3 hour long stalking trip of his Cape Buffalo. Finally, after crawling around and getting pieced with tons of thorns, he had his dream trophy Cape Buffalo in the crosshairs. At around 5:30, just before sundown, he took the shot from 70 yards away with his .416 Weatherby. The Buffalo ran 45 yards before finally hitting the ground. As they were making their way toward the beast, they saw its head was still moving. So, from 30 yards away, Brain took a second shot just to ensure the kill. They had to bring a bigger truck down to the kill spot just to get it back to the house. During butchering, they found both bullets. One of them (the first shot) had not even opened due to the fact Brian shot a tree branch before the cape. Luckily, the inch and a half thick branch was no match for Hammer Bullets. The bullet hit the Cape sideways but was still able to do enough damage to drop him. It also helped that Brian is, of course, and incredible shot. Could Steve had pulled it off? Eh, probably not. We went back in for the night extremely happy with the day's kills.</p><p>[ATTACH=full]400290[/ATTACH][ATTACH=full]400291[/ATTACH]</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>The next day, not too long after we left in the morning, we spotted some Nyala. Which were on me and my moms list. I tried to let her take it, but she insisted I took it. Me and Tino hopped off the truck and started stalking. We were trying to get a shot on one that was to our left, but then I spotted a different one that was off to our right. Tino looked at him and said he looked better than the other one, so we got set up on him as quickly as we could. I got a shot off quickly, but unfortunately hit a branch and the bullet deflected off. The Nyala didn't go far, so I was able to get another shot off. I hit a little too far back, so it took longer for him to go down. I had to shoot again while he was laying down. I was unable to make out the right spot to shoot, but Tino obviously has much more experience than me and was able to direct me to the right place to shoot. It was a "shoot at the tip of that stick" moment. That happens a lot with Tino. We got the Nyala out of the bushes and took pictures. It turned out to be a massive Nyala. One of the biggest Tino thinks has ever been shot on his property. I shot from only about 60 and 20 yards away. We took him back to the house and went right back out. Me and Barend stalked a couple of Wildebeest and Blesbok but had no luck in getting a shot. We went back in for lunch and when we went back out, Steph and Barend stayed on Tinos property to go after her Nyala while me Brian and Tino went out to a different property to look for Kudu, Waterbuck, or Blesbok. We had no luck except for a management Waterbuck that had broken its leg and could barely walk. Tino told me "Shoot it right between the eyes" so I did. He was only about 30 yards away and I shot from off the truck. We don't do that on Tinos property because we never want the animals to associate the trucks with guns and killing. But just because we didn't have any luck doesn't mean that Steph didn't. Her and Barend got set up on some Nyala from about 130 yards. She took the shot just before sundown. It ran about 60-70 before it went down. It was a very old and dark Nyala. Then we all met up back at camp for the night. </p><p></p><p>It will only let me go up to 30000 characters so I have to split the story into 2 or more different parts. Hopefully there will only be 2. </p><p></p><p>[ATTACH=full]400295[/ATTACH][ATTACH=full]400297[/ATTACH]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="HammerB1, post: 2636400, member: 8224"] Here goes the Holtmeyer story. Written up by 14-year-old Grace Holtmeyer, daughter of Brian and Steph. If there are typos, blame Steve. Just because you can. Here it goes. As you know from Steve's post, we left Montana early Saturday morning, and were greeted by Gilbert in Johannesburg Sunday evening. We were taken straight to Africa Sky after we got through customs at the airport. We quickly got settled in and had a nice dinner, and time around the pool and fire. We had a not-so-good nights sleep from the time change and woke up to pack and get on the road. We were taken to Trophy Game Safaris and arrived at about 2PM. The first timers, including me, finally got to meet the very well talked about Tino (also a PH) and Amanda, who own TG Safaris, and their daughter Tianda. The house help got all our bags to our cabins which helped us get everything ready to go to the range. Tino had all our suppressors ready for us, so we just had to make sure that all our guns were zeroed in. After taking a few practice shots and making sure everything is running smoothly, we went out for our first hunt. The way they do it down there is to drive around on the company trucks. When an animal on one of your lists is spotted, you get out and start to stalk. All the PH's and trackers have a crazy eye for anything out there. Even through the incredibly thick brush, they can spot an animal standing dead still 200 yards off the trail. If and when you have an opportunity to shoot, you shoot off sticks. We only had about an hour and a half until the sun went down, but that is all I needed. After not too long, Tino spotted a herd of Zebra run across the trail about 200 yards in front of us. Me and Tino got right out of the truck and started stalking. It wasn't much of a stalk on this one, but it was still an unreal experience. We saw them again after not too long, and I got a shot off straight away. I shot my 27 Sherman Short INSERT GUN INFO HERE. I was only about 80 yards away, and he ran about 70 yards before he dropped. He was quartered toward me, so I had to shoot through his shoulder. We found him, took photos, loaded him up and took him to the butcher shop. When butchering, we saw how much I truly shattered the shoulder bone. Of course, I had to rub it in to Steve and Eric that their truck was empty and ours was not. Very glad to have been the first kill of the trip. We had an amazing dinner cooked by the amazing Amanda. Her cooking is honestly the icing on top of the trip. [ATTACH type="full" width="426px" alt="DSCN2208.JPG"]400286[/ATTACH] The next morning, we went out again with Tino and Barend (another PH). At about 7AM, we spotted a Sable, number one on Steph, my moms, list. Her and Barend got out of the truck and started to stalk. After only about 10 minutes, we heard a shot. We drove to when they were and helped them find the trophy Sable. She shot from about 75 yards away, and it ran only about 30 before dropping in its tracks. It was almost perfectly broadside, but even if it wasn't, moms shot would have been flawless either way. And it was. After we took photos and took it back to the house to be skinned and butchered, we went right back out. Me and Barend went out stalking some Blesbok twice but were never able to get a shot off. We went back for lunch at about 11:30 and went back out at 1:30 or 2. This time me and my mom went out with Rayne (Eric's wife), Barend, and Zane (another PH). My dad went out with Tino so he could get his Cape Buffalo, the only thing he really wanted to get on this trip. Rayne went out stalking her Zebra with Zane, but they got spooked before they could get a shot. None of us had any luck the rest of the day. Except Brian. Down at the croc/hippo pond, he, Eric, and Tino were on a 3 hour long stalking trip of his Cape Buffalo. Finally, after crawling around and getting pieced with tons of thorns, he had his dream trophy Cape Buffalo in the crosshairs. At around 5:30, just before sundown, he took the shot from 70 yards away with his .416 Weatherby. The Buffalo ran 45 yards before finally hitting the ground. As they were making their way toward the beast, they saw its head was still moving. So, from 30 yards away, Brain took a second shot just to ensure the kill. They had to bring a bigger truck down to the kill spot just to get it back to the house. During butchering, they found both bullets. One of them (the first shot) had not even opened due to the fact Brian shot a tree branch before the cape. Luckily, the inch and a half thick branch was no match for Hammer Bullets. The bullet hit the Cape sideways but was still able to do enough damage to drop him. It also helped that Brian is, of course, and incredible shot. Could Steve had pulled it off? Eh, probably not. We went back in for the night extremely happy with the day's kills. [ATTACH type="full" width="452px" alt="Buff-2.jpg"]400290[/ATTACH][ATTACH type="full" width="412px" alt="DSCN2228.JPG"]400291[/ATTACH] The next day, not too long after we left in the morning, we spotted some Nyala. Which were on me and my moms list. I tried to let her take it, but she insisted I took it. Me and Tino hopped off the truck and started stalking. We were trying to get a shot on one that was to our left, but then I spotted a different one that was off to our right. Tino looked at him and said he looked better than the other one, so we got set up on him as quickly as we could. I got a shot off quickly, but unfortunately hit a branch and the bullet deflected off. The Nyala didn't go far, so I was able to get another shot off. I hit a little too far back, so it took longer for him to go down. I had to shoot again while he was laying down. I was unable to make out the right spot to shoot, but Tino obviously has much more experience than me and was able to direct me to the right place to shoot. It was a "shoot at the tip of that stick" moment. That happens a lot with Tino. We got the Nyala out of the bushes and took pictures. It turned out to be a massive Nyala. One of the biggest Tino thinks has ever been shot on his property. I shot from only about 60 and 20 yards away. We took him back to the house and went right back out. Me and Barend stalked a couple of Wildebeest and Blesbok but had no luck in getting a shot. We went back in for lunch and when we went back out, Steph and Barend stayed on Tinos property to go after her Nyala while me Brian and Tino went out to a different property to look for Kudu, Waterbuck, or Blesbok. We had no luck except for a management Waterbuck that had broken its leg and could barely walk. Tino told me "Shoot it right between the eyes" so I did. He was only about 30 yards away and I shot from off the truck. We don't do that on Tinos property because we never want the animals to associate the trucks with guns and killing. But just because we didn't have any luck doesn't mean that Steph didn't. Her and Barend got set up on some Nyala from about 130 yards. She took the shot just before sundown. It ran about 60-70 before it went down. It was a very old and dark Nyala. Then we all met up back at camp for the night. It will only let me go up to 30000 characters so I have to split the story into 2 or more different parts. Hopefully there will only be 2. [ATTACH type="full" width="420px" alt="DSCN2280.JPG"]400295[/ATTACH][ATTACH type="full" width="507px" alt="DSCN9068.JPG"]400297[/ATTACH] [/QUOTE]
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