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July 26, 1913 
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The Big Impala. 
It is a very old saying that “everything 
comes to him who waits,” but I had to wait a 
very long time, and go through many shooting 
trips before I succeeded in bagging a really big 
impala head. It is, and justly I think, considered 
the most graceful of any of the East African 
antelopes, especially when one comes across one 
of full maturity, with the last eight-inch or nine- 
inch of the horns going straight up, and not 
curving inward, as they do in immature heads. 
It is true I had seen and stalked many a fine 
beast, only to find that after a long and tiring 
stalk, the only head worth shooting was so sur¬ 
rounded by his harem as to make it almost im¬ 
possible to get a clear sight on him. 
The never-to-be-forgotten day on which I 
shot my biggest was so for several reasons, 
among others being the fact that I was camped 
a good fortnight’s journey from my base, and 
had only taken a month's provisions with me, 
and had arranged for further supplies to be sent 
to me, but these never arrived, f ortunately for 
me game was plentiful, and I had no trouble at 
first in keeping the larder full, zebra and water- 
buck for my porters and small antelope and 
birds for myself. Water, too, was in abund¬ 
ance. Only those who have tried living on water 
and venison for any length of time can appre¬ 
ciate how utterly tired of it one can get, and 
how much it upsets the human internal economy. 
One day, says “Karango,” in the London 
Field, I noticed that the game was moving off 
in search of the young grass just beginning to 
show, and where previously there had been game 
in thousands, only an occasional antelope was 
to be seen. Unfortunately, I was unable to move 
camp. Naturally, it happened that one night I 
found my last antelope steak was eaten, and the 
larder for porters and self was tare. I made 
up my mind that next day I would shoot some¬ 
thing, if I had to walk all day to do it, so 
giving instructions to my boy to call me at five 
o’clock, I turned in. 
Next morning, 5:15 a. m. found me out of 
bed, dressed and ready, and after drinking a 
glass of cold yater, off I went with my gun 
bearer and one porter. To have taken more 
would have jeopardized my chances, for I doubt 
if there is a single sportsman who has ever been 
to East Africa who has not, sooner or later, had 
a good chance spoiled by his porters showing 
themselves. After some two hours’ walking I 
came on signs of water-buck, and shortly after¬ 
ward saw a fine buck in the bushes not eighty 
yards away. I could not sit or kneel, as if I 
did the bush hid him, so I was perforce to take 
him "off the shoulder” and missed badly. I had 
another quick shot as he was going away, but 
again missed clean. 
Later on in the day I came across zebra, 
wildebeeste, and Thomson's gazelle, but the only 
thing that I could possibly hit by any chance was 
—Africa. What was the matter with me that 
day I do not know, but 1 seemed to have no 
more idea of holding a gun straight than the 
veriest tyro, and even when I held straight I 
either under or over-estimated the range by 
yards. At last, tired, disappointed and thor¬ 
oughly dispirited, I was returning to camp, and 
had just made up my mind to wait for dark and 
then shooting sleeping guinea fowls in trees, a 
most unsporting thing to do, when my eve caught 
a glimpse of something red in an open space 
which I was about to cross. I dropped like a 
shot, and my gun bearer whispered “Swara,” 
meaning a small buck. There was no cover, but 
grass about two feet high, between the buck 
and myself, but across the glade I saw a tree 
and a small mound by the side of it, and to 
this I determined to go, as if I could only get 
on the mound I could get a shot lying down. 
Leaving my gun bearer behind, I started to 
cross the glade flat on my stomach, and I do 
not think eighty yards ever seemed so long. 
However, at last I managed to wriggle myself 
up on to the mound, and take a cautious look 
round. At first I could not see him, and pres¬ 
ently found he had fed off about 400 yards. I 
had to wait fully a minute to get my breath, 
and I was just getting the sights on when up 
came his head, and I nearly dropped my rifle 
