A Shooting Trip in Northwestern Rhodesia 



I knew my pony had never heard a shot at close 

 quarters, so it was with great misgivings that I 

 rested my rifle across the pummel of the saddle and 

 pulled trigger, with the lucky result that the great 

 bull rolled over with a shot through the heart. I 

 think that everyone who has shot a fair amount of 

 game feels a reaction at the end of the stalk, when 

 the animal youhave been striving so hard to get lies 

 at your feet; and in this case the reaction was in- 

 tensified by the excitement of the gallop I had had. 

 It was some time before the natives came up, and 

 as it was late in the day, we cut off the head, ^ send- 

 ing it into camp by two men, leaving the others 

 with our water bottles to spend the night there, 

 which they gladly did, to feast on the meat until 

 morning. The next morning the women of the 

 kraals brought in all the meat, which we traded 

 for grain for our men and ponies, while I spent a 

 lazy day about camp superintending the skinning 

 of the heads, and getting a couple of good oribi 

 in the afternoon. 



At this camp I got another hartebeest, a couple 

 more reedbuck and a very good roan antelope, 

 which I shot as he lay asleep under a tree the 

 bullet breaking his neck. Here we left the so- 

 called road a mere wagon track in the veldt 

 striking across country to a place where the natives 



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