Mountain zebra. No kidding. Smart, sneaky, wary buggers that live in horrible places.
I get a kick out of lots of different things. Not much beats a nice evening with my buddy, a couple of dogs, and a covey of partridge. Plains game in Namibia is fantastic. The gemsbok in the Kalahari are enormous and I finally got in the 40" club. Looking forward to a Cape buff hunt when all this virus nonsense ends.
But, after all that, I always circle back to mulies in the high country. It's in my blood, hasn't ever left, and I'm 12 years old again every time I see a nice one.
I've hunted all over the world and have taken 100's of animals on those hunts. But nothing lights my fire more than hunting hogs with dogs. We've been doing this in my family for generations and there's just something about it that just burns in me. Been hunting hogs this way before l was a year old in my dad's pack almost 50 yrs now and never looked back. Many in Hawai'i can tell the same story its just in our DNA it seems lol. I hunt 2-3 times a week if not more and it never gets old. The sound of the battle between a big boar and the dogs jus brings out the primal in me lol. Lost many 4 legged warriors over the years but will never forget them. For they gave the ultimate sacrifice!