Gary Reeder
We stayed in 2 or 3 man tents most of the time and
Monday, February 02, 2026, 20:51

there were only a few times that we stayed in actual housing. The 3 man tents had all the things we could need on a safari. If you don't like African pics, skip this section.
Our 2 Man tent

Our tent in Zululand. Not the small tent.

inside one of the 2 man tents

there are 6 tents there

the 3rd tent was ours

Ever wonder why they call them "Blue Balls Monkey"

our dining tent

my first African animal, a Genet cat

This was our Land Cruiser for the first hunt. I really liked this old cruiser, just like in the 50s and 60s. I expected Clark Gable to be our PH.

Here is the current Land Cruiser.

Recognize this old gentleman?

I will have to explain this to you...GNR in a hole

The old gentleman again

Most of these next few pics were on our first safari and a few odds ones I threw in. If you are one of the Misfits you might recognize them. If you aren't one of the Misfits, shame on you
.A record book Blesbok...378 GNR

a little Steenbok

a big Eland...450 GNR

one monkey to another...22 Mag

warthog...44 Auto Mag

Colleen with a monkey...30-06

that old gentleman again...John Taffin

Kase taking a nap...378 GNR

Zebra stallion...450 GNR

Colleen's Zebra...300 Win Mag

An old fellow...338 GNR

Nyati...338 GNR

Kudu...450 GNR

eland...378 GNR

Black Wildebeast...the one in the hole

a big Bongo

monster Steenbok...378 GNR

you've warned

Black Wildbeast
I said I would explain this one. We were hunting the Orange Free State which is much like Montana or Wyoming. We had spooked a big Black Wildebeast and I finally got a shot at him. H was running and it was all guess work. I was up on a bluff and figured it was my last chance. Just as he got to a big brush pile I took the shot. At the shot he flipped end over end. We walked down to him was in this big brush pile we could see him lying on his side. We managed to get into the brush and found the Wildebeast lying on the lip of a big brush. Behind him was a sheer drop off. The roots of the brush was all that held him and kept him from dropping farther down. John took his flashlight an shined it on the animal. He told me to be still and not move as if the animal fell on down he would take me with him.
John was anxious to get the animal out for more reasons than one. He was tangled up but past that was a sheer drop off and John said below him and me was about a 50 to 60 foot drop off and below me was a big patch of white sand and large cat tracks in the sand. John got on his radio and called some of the trackers in. They had just finished tracking a big Eland for one of the hunters so they hauled ass to where we were. With the help of 6 trackers an skinners we finally managed to get the Wildebeast out along with me.