But it was also the biggest the PH had ever guided anybody to, and since he owns a sporting goods store and didn't have a big kudu head in the store, the choice was pretty easy. I enjoyed the hunt a lot, since it took over two weeks to find a kudu big enough to tempt me, and I have a great photo of me and Rob and his head tracker Clifton, sitting behind the bull. We're all happy--in fact I remember thanking Clifton for his excellent tracking after we killed the bull.

We'd jumped the kudu once without a shot, and then Clifton and I climbed a big hill after it, getting within 100 yards before jumping it again--but this time I had a chance and made a good running shot. After I thanked Clifton, he said, "Oh no sir, thank YOU, for shooting the kudu dead!" I have the photo and a letter from Clifton on the wall of my office, excellent trophies that bring back that day perhaps even better than any mounted head. And I know the other trophy is in a fine place as well.


John, I'm pretty sure there has only been one time in my life that I've slid down a steep hill carrying detached kudu testicles in my hand......
is it possible this kudu you're speaking of was the former owner....?

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