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. One day when the warthog mount is hanging on my wall, I’ll 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!