Neil said that the Old Bull would walk down the narrow trail, between the towering slopes of the krans, just before last light, meandering his way on old tired legs, neck struggling to keep up his impressive head, once such a powerful display but now worn and fading, like he was, in his own twilight and as his own, greater journey came towards an end.
Neil could sense the doubt in my eyes; more especially given that I would have to make the trek under the mid-day sun up and over and into the kloof; and once in position perch myself hidden from the trail but exposed to the burning heat while I waited for him to arrive, ... or not.
Neil simply smiled, as only Neil does, and answered my unasked question: “He will come; you will see”.
I made the sweaty trek and on cramped haunches sat and waited for Neil to be wrong.
Neil was shown to be partly right; but partly wrong too.
My focus caught by two magnificent Bulls on the skyline of the adjoining ridge, silhouetted as the sun started to dip and shadows fell, suddenly was interrupted by a sense of a presence, rather than by any sight or sound or smell.
He was right there in front of me, within 40 yards, walking straight and proud and strong, with head held high and his magnificent spirals arrogantly displayed as only youthful adulthood permits.
The Old Bull and the Hunting Gods both had instead sent the son as an emissary; to test my resolve and character; and to challenge my ability to decline an offering that was not really mine to take at all.
I drew my bow as the Hunting Gods knew I would; whistled for his attention; and still he stood, silent before me, watching me, presenting his heart, and so his life, for me to take at will.
I released the bow, but not the arrow; and he moved to the sound, slowly, away, turning once again, still within range, to taunt my decision.
Choreographed by the Hunting Gods Neil arrived in time to see him crest the ridge and move towards the beckoning gloom, where he disappeared from sight.
Sometime soon I will again make the trek and this time wait for the Old Bull, and not for his son, to show. This time I will believe. This time the Hunting Gods will send him down the trail to where I wait. Perhaps I will speed him towards his end ... but perhaps not. Irrespective, the honour and privilege will be mine ...; and perhaps his too...
My father and I have been hunting at Donkerkloof almost annually for a decade. Every year we have a wonderful walk and stalk experience in this hilly part of the Karoo. Neil and his staff are experts at this type of hunting and I learn something new from them on every occasion.
Donkerkloof is very special and much rarer than you think. We loved that our kuier felt as if we were visiting family. The tranquillity and the remoteness made it a true getaway from our daily stresses.Johan was a pleasure to walk and stalk with and we enjoyed him from the first wide smile he welcomed us with, to the last firm handshake.
The hunt was very exciting with an abundance of very worthy game. I would recommend Donkerkloof to anyone looking for a great hunt with great accommodation. Neil was a superb host and the staff were all very experienced and helpful. Thnk you for a 5 star experience.
Hunting at Donkerkloof has to rate as my most full-filling Eastern Cape hunt. Kudu bulls were in abundance with the chances of hunting a Rowland ward specimen a very good possibly.
I also hunted a Roland Ward waterbuck. Neil & Johan were fantastic hosts and I can recommend Donkerkloof to anyone who really wants to hunt their quarry.
My hunt with Neil on Donkerkloof was spectacularly different to any of my previous walk-and-stalk Kudu hunts over three decades. We were onto achievable opportunities on quality Kudu bulls from moment one. After hunting with Neil, a Rowland Ward Kudu in the Eastern Cape is back on the sensibly achievable list.His farm lies just to the North of Addo in Valley Bushveld that has an abundance of hills and valleys, each and every one of which holds its own serious promise of quality Kudu Bulls. His is a really outstanding operation and you will get what you pay for.
Hunting Kudu on foot in the Eastern Cape mountains is a superb plains-game experience. There you pit your skills and experience against one of the most cunning antelope in Africa. I have had the privilege of doing this for the past 10 years at Donkerkloof . The terrain is such that you truly test all your hunting skills under walk-and stalk conditions. I firmly believe that hunting is not always just about getting your trophy but about how it is achieved and the memories that you take away with you. At Donkerkloof you will definitely not be disappointed.
We arrived at Donkerkloof and immediately felt at home the lodge and service makes for it to be a permanent memory in ones mind. The people just makes the dream liveable, truly amazing I have been in this game 20years and Donkerkloofs trophy quality will not be easily matched!
Trip of a lifetime!
Of all the hunting I did in SA the time spent with you will be the most memorable, not because of the animals themselves but because of the way you went out of your way to guide me and to teach me while we were hunting.