We traveled several miles from the lodge, to an area that was known to hold big kudu. They are known as the Grey Ghost, and they certainly lived up to their name. We would catch fleeting glimpses of their horns glistening in the sunlight, then they would be gone. Several times we tried to stalk. Once we came close enough that when they sensed our presence, they almost ran over top of us fleeing.
The following morning we were again going to search for an elusive Grey Ghost, when we spotted a trio of males in the distance. We slowly and methodically closed the distance to 80 yards. At that point I braced my gun and took a shot at the biggest male. That is almost an oxymoron statement; of course I would shoot the biggest one!
The 2 smaller ones turned and ran back the way they had come, but my buck forged ahead, crossing into a tangle of mesquite type bushes. Everyone was so certain I had had a perfect shot that we took off at once to find him. There was no blood, not even a drop that I could find, but everyone was still confident. Sure enough about 40 yards off of the trail laid my kudu!
I don’t understand what the physical differences are from our North American animals, I had heart shot this kudu, and he didn’t leave a blood trail, and my guide and tracker were at no point alarmed by this. Your emotions can run the entire gauntlet of feelings in just a few moments of hunting; the elation of a good shot, the disbelief of no blood trail, the fear that your animal will not be found and the elation again when your trophy is found.