Posts Tagged ‘Specialized East Cape Hunting’

If you have ever visited John X Safaris at SCI’s National Convention over the past ten to fifteen years then you may have had the pleasure to meet Brett Nelson. He’s the quiet guy with the big smile, always there, but never wanting to be in the way, while we tend to the many friends who stop by to say hi or book their next adventure. He’s the kind of guy every succesful team needs. Nothing is too much to ask and the word “no” is not part of his vocabulary. He’s that guy you call.. when you only have one call.

He has become such an integral part of our family that he has his very own slot on our calendar each year. During the early season, towards the end of March, when you could just about assure him the summer rains had come and the areas have been undisturbed since the end of the previous season. It’s been like that for as long as we can remember.

Brett is an avid hunter who hates traveling alone. His enjoyment of sharing his piece of paradise with fellow hunters is what gives him great pleasure, while personally after eleven safaris to the East Cape, it would be fair to say the hunting is no longer his number one priority. He’s all about the camaraderie, the fun and laughter along the way, and the experiences with the many friends he has brought along on safari over the years. This year proved to be no exception with a crew made up of old friends returning on their second safari, as well as a few first timers.

Todd Ingstad was back on his second hunt to John X Safaris, teaming up with PH, Martin Neuper, making for a formidable team. Plains game would be the oder of the day, while Todd took his opportunities on a number of fantastic animals.

His Cape Eland would ensure the amazing start we have enjoyed on this specie for 2018 would continue on in style. It’s been a long time since we’ve seen or hunted bulls like this. Todd quite literally made a “pig” of himself with his epic Cape Eland.

This is not your everyday kind of bull. For the Eland connoisseur it will leave you in awe, grasping for both words and air, while at the same time trying to fathom the sheer enormity of this animal. A dream trophy…

For Luther Dietrich it would be a return to his happy hunting grounds. A certain 10″ Vaal Rhebuck on a previous safari with PH, Carl van Zyl, had built a close bond between these two which has taken them on numerous safaris throughout Africa, with the most recent being a Lord Derby Eland in Cameroon.

This year there were many highlights, including an Impala that had us in jitters and a Sable that changed our plans without us even realizing it. It’s not hard to see why we couldn’t pass it up. Then there was the amazing Bushbuck hunt up in the forests of the high ground, and finally…we got our Ostrich. The “bird hunting” just about gave us the slip after a serious run-around for a number of days.

Luther also always adds a fun twist to any safari, this year, adding a Aoudad to his hunt. Most will be amazed to learn there are a number of Aoudad strongholds in the East Cape, most notably being a free-ranging herd of +-500 animals in the Stormberg Mountain range of the East Cape.

The sheep are spread out in groups all over the mountains and it is seldom that one will not see as many as 300 in a morning. They’re everywhere, but hunting them is a major challenge in an outer worldly kind of terrain. Huge rocky outcrops rise up above the lush green valley floors below with some rock ledges extending over a couple of miles without a break in the rock. Professional Hunters, Carl van Zyl and Ed Wilson, did their best to capture both the terrain and scenery as best they could via their PhoneSkope’s, as to give you an idea of the kind of hunt it is. The footage is the best we could muster up between us while trying to hunt these weary mountain dwellers. It’s an experience like few out there…

While Luther was making the most of the mountains, first timers Dan and Kathy Cotter, were embarking on their first hunt to Africa. Dan and PH, Rusty Coetzer, hunted hard from our southern and northern areas, while Kathy enjoyed a day visiting Addo Elephant Park with Trish. It’s been a long time since the ladies have seen so much on a single outing, making for a memorable trip.

For Dan and Rusty it would be early mornings and late evenings as they toiled hard to achieve their goals. Dan’s Warthog most certainly proved to be one of his and our favorites.

As for first timer Jack Cripe or fondly known as the “instigator”, there wouldn’t be much that could stand in the way of this man and fun. Jack epitomized someone who had decided he’d be having the time of his life before he even arrived. It’s rewarding guiding someone in that kind of mood, which intern gave PH, Ross “Stix” Hoole, the opportunity to provide an experience hard to plan, let alone know where next the journey may take one.

It provided Jack with a superb harvest of trophies combined with rewards from sun-up to late in the night each evening. It provided surprises along the way, most notably one of the trophies of the safari.

A beautiful Nyala with width, color and magnificent length.

Jack’s old friend, Scott Fontaine, who had joined us last on safari during 2013, teamed up once again with his PH and partner in crime, Greg Hayes. Scotty and Grego could be referred to as the “naughty kids” of the group, always getting up to mischief with untold amounts of fun along the way! They hunted hard, but they played even harder, in between racking up a superb bag of trophies.

And for the man who put this all together, who gave us the opportunity to share ten wonderful days on safari, the hunting gods came smiling as he took on a few more than usual. Together with PH, Ed Wilson, Brett hunted a superb Scimitar Horned Oryx, an old dark Giraffe bull, Vita-Darted a White Rhino and brought down the largest bird in the world, which Ed kindly reminded us cannot fly and for that reason did not count. No ways Wilson. Anything at 400 yards counts!

BUT the cherry on the cake was Brett’s Bushpig. Finally after having passed up on numerous opportunities over the years, always giving his fellow hunters the first chance at pigs, he committed to the process and Clayton’s unrelenting efforts and got his boar.

And what a pig it turned out to be!

Like we said, there was “some” hunting done by a fun-loving bunch of pranksters who left us grinning from ear to ear with stomach muscles in tatters from all the laughter along the way. They filled their tags with distinction and gave it horns from sun-up to well after midnight each evening. They lived, laughed and hunted, like there was no tomorrow.

And we can’t wait to do it all again come March 2019!

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As published in Gunwerks Long Range Magazine / Fall 2017 / Volume 3 / Issue 1

Over the past year I have come to notice a faction within our hunting community. It may be that it has always been there and that I have come to notice it even more so than before. Having purchased my very own Gunwerks 7 mm LRM it’s something I feel which needs tackling.

As an active African Professional Hunter/Outfitter I thought it fitting to share my view, in that matter my views, on the ethics around long-range hunting. It is and has become the Elephant in the room. Hunters are murmuring about it around camp fires, deer blinds, camp sites and safari lodges.

As a whole we have so many factors working against us as a collective hunting community that we cannot afford to ostracize hunters within our ranks. The very point of ethics is a hot topic of debate no matter where you find yourself around the world.  What is ethical for one may not be for another. Working out the exact science of ethics is something more personal than factual based, therein the reason for the debate.

Had you put me in the hot seat a mere five years ago and asked me for an opinion on the matter, I’m pretty sure my answer would have been something much different to what it is today. Back then I’m pretty certain it would have been something along the lines of what the greater community traditionally finds ethically acceptable. Will my opinion differ in ten years time?  Who knows? Time will tell.

At present I’m privileged to be guiding a number of long-range hunters each year, and one who has more than likely guided more than the average guide when it comes to long-range hunting.  With Africa’s unique specie options, lengthened hunting seasons, and varied terrains and countries on offer, I get around and have come to find an acceptable ethic within long-range hunting for myself, and it seems for many of the hunters I share a camp fire with.

Since getting my 7mm LRM I’ve spent more time at the range than the previous twenty years. I’m pretty certain I’ve shot out 600/700 rounds trying to prepare for that exact moment when everything stops and its only me, my rifle, and a certain Klipspringer I’ve dreamt about hunting for a long time. In all this time I’ve been trying to envisage the feeling my hunters experience when being guided onto a great trophy out on safari. How does the guy who comfortably shoots 250 or 500 yards feel before he breaks the shot? Let alone those who have mastered the 750 range and the true class acts who continuously exceed the 1000 yard mark. It’s not easy – That I can assure you.

These guys are practicing harder than ever before. They are mastering their skill and combining it with world-class technology pushing them to the next level. They are not pitching on a hunt and flinging lead across the country side at any given target – they’re calculated in their approach and tactic. I have seen those who refuse to use their Gunwerks rifle beyond the 300 yard mark as that is their comfortable ethical range. They don’t bend the rules just because their weapon is capable of performing beyond a 1000 yards. There are those who treat a 1000 yard shot as if it were a 200 yard setup. They continuously produce one shot kills year in and year out at those astounding ranges. That has become their ethical range.

What the Gunwerks long-range system has done for the trophy hunter is something quite unimaginable to describe, while it has opened the doors for many hunters at the twilight of their safari careers to continue traveling, hunting, and enjoying the great outdoors. It has often revived experiences that may not have been possible until now. Having personally witnessed the growth in Gunwerks as a company, a philosophy, and a people with ambitious developments, one can only imagine what more there is to come.

The exciting developments that Aaron and his team keep working on to enhance their product, and ultimately your experience, will see the boundaries being tested with a system that will only perform better and more efficiently going forward. What you choose to do with that technology will ultimately be up to you as an individual. Each and every one of us, who considers ourselves to be responsible hunters, will know and acknowledge our personal capabilities and choices to ensure an ethical kill is achieved at the end of the day. How you approach that journey and what you gain out of that experience will be up to you.

Is there a right or a wrong? An acceptable or unacceptable? My answer is a most definite no. Will I squeeze the trigger on that dream Klipspringer if the opportunity presents itself? I may or I may not. It won’t matter to me what a fellow hunter may think of my choice, it would ultimately all depend on the journey I personally took to arrive at that “right” setup. Would it matter to me at that moment if my Klipspringer was 50 or 500 yards out? Never! But that’s just me personally, and if you’re a hunter, you’ll know exactly what I mean.

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Back by Popular Demand – The most popular shots from last season…

With our travels across the US in full swing we have been blown away by the sheer popularity of the past season’s safari videos. The fine balance between the actual hunt and the overall safari experience is one that at times can be very hard to capture, as one cannot always predict the precise moment when something amazing is about to be witnessed. Wildlife has a way of surprising one when you least expect it. BUT in saying that, more often than not the unexpected just happens and those are the true moments that shout out AFRICA louder than any.

Our crew on the ground from Got The Shot Productions headed up by Ozzy filmed and produced some of the most amazing scenes during 2017, capturing the true essence of a hunt with John X Safaris. By popular demand here are a few of our most viewed safari videos from the past season.

Starting us off is Cable Smith on his first safari to the Dark Continent. Cable is the host of Lone Star Outdoor Radio and a guy we’ve come to know a whole lot better since his safari. Join him as he got to experience Africa from a first timers perspective, and don’t miss his Warthog “rodeo”. It’s been one of the most asked about hunts from 2017!

Or join the Smith family as they braved some extreme elements hunting plains game from both our southern and northern concessions. This father/son duo made the most of our youth hunting initiative and came away with a host of experiences hard to match anywhere else in the world.

Or jump on board with us as we leave the East Cape in South Africa and travel to West Africa. Cameroon and the Giant Eland has been a bucket list safari for many of us for as long as we can remember. Our old friends, Luther Dietrich and Jeff Edland, joined Professional Hunters, Mike Currie and Carl van Zyl, on this hunt of a lifetime. Hunting Lord Derby Eland is not for the faint hearted…

These are just a few from 2017, there are a whole bunch more on our YouTube Channel to enjoy over the coming weeks.

If any of our booked hunters for 2018 would like to have their safari filmed then don’t hesitate to reach us on hunting@johnxsafaris.co.za . GTS Productions are at your service every step of your hunt, shot for shot, sight for sight, and sound for sound. Take Africa home with you as you share your experience with family and friends.

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Bill Satterfield, Dave Kjelstrup, Alex Good and Paul Latchford were still on safari heading north hoping to carry on from where they left off in the south.

Arriving in the north, the guys settled into camp before the afternoon’s hunt was set to begin.

Professional Hunter, Juan MacDonald, together with his hunters, Alex and Paul, were after Gemsbuck and Springbuck. Dave was on the hunt for Cape Hartebeest, Gemsbuck, Eland, Mnt Reedbuck and Springbuck, while Bill would soon be joining the hunt with a day of upland birds over English Pointer.

Alex was the first to strike gold – A superb Gemsbuck.

Paul soon followed with a bull of his own.

Dave was finding the north slow at first, we were spotting game, but weren’t getting those lucky breaks we’d become accustomed to in the south.

We were forced to hit the mountains in search of game.

We finally spotted a heard of Gemsbuck across a small valley, feeding on the next plateau. We left Bill to shelter and made the final ascend. Dave was finding the terrain hard, as loose rocks were making conditions under foot extremely difficult to navigate in.

We finally got into position and Dave added to his tally of one shot kills.

Day 5 was capped off with a great late afternoon Impala.

The following morning was a slow one, the previous evenings party had been good, possibly too good. The mornings hunt saw us coming up empty-handed, so we decided to head back to camp for lunch. On the way back to camp Boy spotted a group of Mnt Reedbuck bedded down in a secluded valley. A closer inspection revealed a ram worth pursuing. We edged our way along a wooded area and came up and over, looking down for the hidden animals. Once we’d spotted them it was a matter of patience.

Boy and Dave with Dave’s old Mnt Reedbuck ram.

The bow hunters hadn’t run into any sort of luck during the course of the morning. The area was massive, making it difficult to locate the required game. Whenever we were after Eland, all we could find was Springbuck and tons of Gemsbuck, while the other crew was finding loads of Eland. We decided to join forces and plan our attack for the afternoon. If we could help each other by spotting game the other was after, we could cover double the distance in half the time. We headed out.

Within hours our plan worked! Dave coming away with a monster Cape Hartebeest.

Day seven saw us rising to a windless morning, the perfect start to a day of upland birds. Bill and Alex joined me, while Juan, Dave, and Paul were on the hunt for Cape Springbuck.

The bird hunters travelled 45 mins north to Niel’s place, ready for an enjoyable morning.

The bird hunters were after Grey Wing Partridge, a small covey bird living on the high ground at + – 5000 feet above sea level. These birds are wild and are hunted in their natural terrain, making for exciting shooting over trained English Pointer.

Our English Pointer, Bones, is a camp favorite and a great character to have around, the fact that he’s really good at what he does only adds to the excitement and the hunters’ entire experience.

Bones kept us going for 5 hours without a single break. Now that’s hunting by an old dog.

The terrain often tested us in various ways, Bill soon finding himself head high in brush with Bones on a point.

While our morning was a slow one, extremely strange for that particular area, we enjoyed a great laugh. During midmorning while flushing a covey of Grey Wing, Bill soon knocked down the lead bird, only to see Alex follow-up on the double with an escaping Jack Rabbit! Needless to say we were rolling with laughter after seeing the blank expression on Bones’ face!

On the other side of the mountain things were going pretty well. Dave had hunted a Cape Eland and both hunters had lucked into Springbuck.

A happy Paul with a well-earned Common Springbuck.

Our time in the Karoo had come and gone so quickly, we had spent 3 enjoyable days hunting some of the biggest open country that Africa has to offer.

Before heading south we said our final farewells; it was truly a fantastic place to have hunted….

Day eight would still provide many adventures. The day was young and the Land Cruiser felt strong, eating away at the many miles south.

Arriving back south in time for the afternoon hunt, we got onto a roll like I haven’t seen in years.

Dave first dropped his Black Wildebeest with another well placed shot. A great bull to add to his growing trophy collection.

Having taken a liking to the bow hunters Blesbuck, he was keen on hunting a ram of his own.

And when we had all called it a day and were heading back to the skinning shed, that familiar whistle rang out from the back. Boy had spotted something. We dropped off the rest and headed out again.

Dave’s much wanted Warthog was what Boy had spotted.

Needless to say we were all worn out after such an eventful day.

That evening saw us enjoy a well-earned dinner back at base camp, reliving the stories of what had been thus far.

Day nine saw us rise at 4am, we were going waterfowl shooting.

Hides were in place.

Decoys were set.

The birds were coming.

The guys enjoyed a successful morning, with a personal highlight, seeing Dave use the callers with such skill. We were told he was the North Dakota champion; we now know he really is!

Apart from Dave’s great calling it seemed these guys could shoot just as well.

That afternoon we set out for the last time trying to find Alex a big Kudu bull. We had taken on so much, in the end we simply ran out of time. With the setting sun, Juan and I decided to introduce our new friends to an entire different world. We hooked up the spotlight and brought the night to life. We spotted Jackal, Springhare, Jack Rabbit, Aardwolf, Bushbuck, Kudu, Bat Eared Fox, Porcupine and a host of birds.

Dave bagged this beauty of a Common Duiker to end what had been an amazing hunt.

Our last day of our hunt was put aside for R&R. We headed down towards the coast on a meandering pub crawl, stopping in at the many water holes along the way.

Including the pub with the longest standing liquor license in South Africa.

We then capped it off with a seafood lunch on the ocean.

And finally a Big 5 Game Drive – Spotting Lion, Elephant, Hippo and Giraffe in the same afternoon.

So you cost me a buck and you never even knew it. Value for money, I’ve never had that much fun with any one group before. Both Juan and I still find ourselves laughing at the many crazy things you guys did. If Alex wasn’t inventing a new species on a daily basis, he was practicing trick shooting with his rifle and bow, how else could one explain the mayhem. If Dave wasn’t taking on every hunter and his mother, then Paul was there to edge him along even deeper into another bet. As for Bill, the elderly gentleman who came strolling down the aisle and cost me a buck. I’d gladly pay that buck again!

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I can clearly remember the bitter cold of that Karoo morning on the back of the truck. There were 15 of us, piled into every available square inch. As the Toyota sped away gaining momentum over the many kilometers of dirt road, I picked up the familiar smell of Balbal’s tobacco. I watched him crush the raw tobacco in the palm of his hand before tearing off a piece of news paper, and rolling a flawless cigarette. He leant over, lit it, and sat back to enjoy a small ritual we’d all become accustomed to.

We had been in this situation many times before. We had seen him do the same thing over and over, before taking on the same Vaal Rhebuck. That Vaal Rhebuck had been stalked, beaten, chased and even shot at by many a hunter on numerous occasions, but still he survived.  He had read each hunt like a playbook, at times toiling with us as if he were making a mockery of us.

Balbal, our Bushmen tracker, for one believed the ram possessed special powers that protected it from all forms of danger that man could throw at it. For a 6-year-old boy, his story certainly captured my imagination.

It was only the following year, 1990, that I finally lay eyes on the ram we had been hunting for, for over 4 years. We were distraught finding him dead like that, lifeless and motionless, when the only memory we had of him was his white tail disappearing over the next horizon, only to skunk another hunter with his agility and ability to escape from the trickiest of situations.

It was obvious – the drought of ’89 had got the better of him.

Many would remember the monster Vaal Rhebuck in the corner of the old John X Safaris trophy room from the early 90’s, few would know the entire story and the great excitement he had brought to my dad, Rick, hunting him for all those years.

That Vaal Rhebuck had captured my imagination for life. In some respect, he’d been the culprit for many of my firsts as a young hunter. He had provided my first mountain hunt, my first frustration of failure, my first feelings of anxiety to succeed, and my first real “want”. He carried the magical 10’’ horns that all Vaal Rhebuck hunters dream of, but rarely ever see. He had outsmarted my father and beaten us to his resting. He lit a fire inside of me that I still carry with me to this day.

Early October 2010. My nerves were killing me. Ed Wilson had called that morning. He had found one. I felt like jumping into the Land Cruiser and heading north immediately. I needed to see this Vaal Rhebuck myself. We were both excited for about a day, and then the anxiety set in. Would the ram make it through the summer without being killed by another, and could we find him again in 2011? Season 2010 was a thing of the past, the waiting had begun……..

January 2011 finally rolled along. I was at Safari Club when our old friend Brett Nelson stepped into the booth with a cold beer in his hand. Brett had been on 5 previous hunts to John X Safaris. He has hunted every available specie in the East Cape, yet he returns year after year. Season 2011 would be his 6threturn trip and a Vaal Rhebuck was at the top of his list. I knew Brett well enough to know that I could mention the monster without any regrets. If the ram was still there in March, then great. If not, we’d still have a blast and go hunting!

March 2011 – Brett and his group had arrived safely and were hunting from our Coastal Area, before heading north. Brett and good friend, Jeff Edland, together with Professional Hunters, Carl van Zyl and Ed Wilson, had set their hopes on the mountains.

The summer had been a wet one, with some of the highest rainfall recorded in living memory. The game was looking better than ever and the hunt was on.

We set out early that first morning, glassing the ridgelines and the many sheltered valleys and cliffs. The first group of Vaalies was spotted at 7am, a young ram with 6 females. As the morning continued, so did our climb onto the higher ridges of the Stormberg Range. We must have glassed over 70 Vaal Rhebuck before calling in for lunch. A quick bite and we were off again, the tension levels were running high; we were fast approaching the valley where the big ram was last spotted.

We crept to the edge and peered over, keeping our bodies as close to the ground as possible. Vaal Rhebuck poses the most amazing eyesight and they have the ability to know that you’re there before you even know it yourself. At first – nothing. We glassed every bush, every tuft of grass, just as we were about to give up, Boy whistled off to our left. He’d spotted them.

The group was tucked away under a shady ledge above the valley floor. Within minutes they started rising, one by one, feeding directly towards us. Ed and I crept further forward and set up the spotting scope. At first we weren’t convinced, he was feeding with his head down and facing us head on. He turned, lifted his head, and in an instant we knew it was our ram.

Crawling back to the rest of the guys, even lower than before, we confirmed our find with the group.” We’ll have to have our wits about us”, Ed started. He had thought about his plan long before Brett’s arrival and had a meticulous strategy worked out for every possible situation. Our plan was to sit tight until the Vaalies had fed to within 500 yards, only then would Brett, Ed and I, start our slow descent towards them. The sun would be directly at our back, while the shadow of the valley provided some much wanted cover.

After an hour we felt it was time to move, the setting sun was moving quicker than expected. Staying low, hugging each other as much as possible and keeping our formation as best we could. We finally reached our predetermined spot and rested, Ed and I dared looking up for a second. They were still there – relaxed. We signaled for Brett to take up the prone position on a tuft of grass and to steady himself on the animal feeding off to the far right. I glanced over at Ed; he smiled and gave me a nod. I had worked so hard at achieving this with my dad, but never had the opportunity to be along whenever he bumped into a monster Vaal Rhebuck. Then Ed and I had been at it for another 8 years, always pushing each other to find “that” ram. Here we were – with “THAT” ram.

Brett squeezed off his 7 mag.

Need we say more? Brett with his monster Vaal Rhebuck.

That evening we celebrated well into the night, reliving the events from the days hunt and basking in the glory of success. At 12.30 we called it a night, the next day was Jeff’s turn. The stakes had been set high and the mountains were even higher…..

At first light we headed directly west, away from the area where we’d hunted Brett’s monster the day before. Ed had scouted a bunch of Vaalies with one particular area catching his attention more than any of the others. Within minutes of arriving we spotted our first group.

Throughout the rest of the day we spotted a host of other groups and the usual high concentration of Mountain Reedbuck. Towards the early afternoon we noticed a storm approaching from the north, a strange occurrence for that particular area. We hoped that the approaching storm would drive the animals into a feeding frenzy, and allow us to spot the ram that Ed had seen on a previous occasion.

As the rain started dripping Boy spotted 2 Vaal Rhebuck a mile off. They had just stood up, possibly relocating from their resting spot to take shelter from the storm. I picked them up in the spotting scope, the ram looked very good, but I was puzzled to why such a big ram would have only one female with him. Never the less, we had a ram to hunt.

We started our stalk immediately; it would be a long one, all the time hoping that the heavy down poor would give us the required cover for the first 500 yards of open country. It worked. We crested the plateau cutting up from the plain and followed its contour, sticking to the edge. Approaching the final valley we dropped to our knees and started crawling. The Vaal Rhebuck would be lying down, sheltering from the rain. It would make it harder to spot them, but at least they’d stay put. As best we could, we glassed and glassed, not spotting a thing. Then I saw them, watching us, not sure if they should take on the rain or stay to watch the strange creatures crawling around in the rocks above them. I tried steadying Jeff onto a rock, but the movement was just too much. The Vaalies were off, running directly to where we had left Ed and Brett.

Through all the commotion, they’d run straight to our original position and bedded down. Brett and Ed had front row seats to both Vaalies no more than 200 yards below them, oblivious to the danger that loomed. Jeff and I circled back around and took up our position next to Ed.

Jeff made a telling shot and dropped his Vaalie in its tracks. We had earned our second fantastic Vaal Rhebuck in just two days.

So the question that all will be asking: “Did Brett’s Vaal Rhebuck reach the magical 10’’ mark and how big was Jeff’s?”

No it didn’t. We could tell the story in as many ways as we like, but we missed it by a 1/8 of an inch. Jeff’s ram came in at a whopping 8 3/8’’, making for a fantastic trophy in its own right.

Would it really have made a difference to the hunt, the excitement of the buildup, and ultimately the entire experience? For the men involved it was not about what the tape would finally score or what the book would rank. It was about the camaraderie we shared and the opportunity of a dream.

Will we ever stop looking and dreaming of that magical 10’’ Vaal Rhebuck? Never! But it won’t get in our way of having the time of our lives!

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