By Michael Maynor
During my Safari in Zambia in 2018, I saw warthogs, but they were either females or young boars. The Selous is home to a very healthy number of pigs. We saw a lot of warthogs each day; at this point in the hunt, I had missed shot opportunities at two good boars and was feeling a bit discouraged. We saw hogs on the final hunting day and even tried a stalk, but they were non-shooters. Then as I was about to give up and come to terms with the fact that it might be my third trip across the pond before I took a pig, Africa took pity on a Southern boy, and my luck changed.
The trackers spotted a lone boar enjoying a mud bath in a waterhole, and this time I didn’t mess up the accuracy of my rifle. I had missed bigger boars than the one I finally walked upon, but the size did not matter then, and it does not matter to me now. I wanted a free-range boar, and I took what Africa gave me, and I couldn’t be happier.
Now that the skull mount is back and in my library I look at it and fondly remember the feeling of running my hands down those ivory tusks after all the effort it took to make that dream a reality. I am not a fan of time limits, but I love the chase and warthogs!