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Dugga Boys of the Niassa

Travis Baker
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Location: Mozambique

There’s nothing quite like Africa. Like sheep hunting, it gets in your blood. Go once and you’ll want to go back…again and again.

I began planning this safari nearly two years ago when I met with one of our top African outfitters at an outdoor show. I told him I wanted to hunt an old buffalo and had clients that would join me. He didn’t hesitate. “You need to hunt the Niassa Game Reserve.” Located in northern Mozambique, Niassa is one of Africa’s largest, wildest, and most protected areas. It includes over 10 million acres of some of the most remote landscape on the continent. It’s connected to the Selous Game Reserve in southern Tanzania, making this one of Africa’s largest contiguous wilderness areas. Not a fence for two thousand miles. Niassa is separated into multiple hunting blocks where outfitters have exclusive hunting rights. This particular outfitter holds two side-by-side concessions, totalling over 1.5 million acres. You won’t even see a fraction of it during a 10-day safari. It’s that big. The landscape consists of miombo woodlands, riverine forest, bamboo thickets, open savannah, and granite mountains. Some of the prettiest country I’ve ever seen. Animals are on quota and managed accordingly. It is home to 4 of the Big 5, plus huge crocodiles along the river systems, hippos, and countless plainsgame including numerous endemic species like the Roosevelt sable, Johnston’s impala, Bohms zebra, Livingstone eland, and Niassa wildebeest.

Mozambique offers a classic, Hemingway-style safari rich in tradition, where animals roam completely free. Hunters need to be prepared to do some hiking to harvest an animal. Northern Mozambique, specifically the Niassa Game Reserve, offers some of the finest wild cape buffalo hunting anywhere along with an incredible population of leopard and lion.

Fast forward to August 29, 2023. I boarded a flight to Atlanta, where I met up with four of my WTA customers. This would be my third safari to Africa, but my first dangerous game hunt. For the rest of my group, it was their first safari to the Dark Continent. We were booked for a 10-day cape buffalo and plainsgame hunt. I booked the first 10 days of September during the drier season. This tends to be the best time to hunt buffalo here. We boarded the long flight across the pond, landing in Johannesburg nearly 24 hours later (taking into account the time change). I had arranged for us to be met by a transfer company as soon as we walked off the jetway. They would assist with our firearms as well. Money well spent! The benefit of joining a WTA-hosted trip is traveling as a group. If you were ever hesitant on pulling the trigger on a trip like this, give us a call. There’s a definite comfort factor to knowing you’re traveling with an experienced group host who will have all of the logistics handled ahead of time: air travel, firearms paperwork, airport meet and greet services, overnights, etc. We take care of the details so you don’t have to. After whisking us through customs and handling our luggage and firearms, we were soon at our hotel for a delicious meal and some much-needed sleep.

The following morning we were transferred back to the airport for a 2 ½ hour flight to Pemba, located along the Indian Ocean in northern Mozambique. From here, we would board a Cessna caravan for the one-hour flight into the Niassa Game Reserve, where we would land on a dirt air strip right next to our hunting camp. We were met by the staff, checked our rifles, and got settled into our accommodations for the next two weeks. It was amazing what they had in the middle of the African bush. Each of us had our own air-conditioned chalet with private bath, plus an open-air main lodge with infinity pool, dining area, bar, and wifi. The property was set high on the river-bank overlooking the Lugenda River with incredible views. We packed pretty light for this African safari since daily laundry was provided free of charge. Daily attire for this safari consisted of a lightweight pair of hiking boots or shoes, well broken-in of course, plus a few safari shirts, lightweight pants or shorts with gaiters, ammo belt or pouch, 8x or 10x binoculars, hat, sunglasses, sunscreen, and bug spray (no deet). A minimum .375 caliber is mandatory for the cape buffalo while a .270–.300 caliber is fine for the plainsgame. I was hunting with the Gunwerks Skuhl rifle on this particular trip. 

We met our PHs (professional hunters) and we were given an orientation on what to expect over the next 10 days. Long days and short nights. We were up at 4 a.m. each morning for a light breakfast and coffee before heading out before daybreak. Like I mentioned before, this area is huge so you may need to travel well over an hour to your hunting area. Each hunter had their own PH, trackers, and safari vehicle. I would spend a couple of days at a time with each client, hunting together and getting to know them. No better way to do that than on a hunt! Our daily routine would consist of looking for tracks along the many roads that cut their way though the concession, or hiking in to check a waterhole midday. Here, you don’t hunt the buffalo herds, only dugga boys, solitary bulls or groups of old bulls that have left the large herds. This management tool has been in place for many years and the results speak for themselves. The buffalo hunting has never been better in this area! Once fresh tracks are cut, the trackers begin putting the pieces together and the stalk is on! You could be on tracks for several hours and must  be prepared for this. Mozambique is close to the equator and the days are very hot this time of year. One tracker would carry a pack full of bottled water. You need to stay hydrated. Mornings were usually spent looking for buffalo and then pursuing the many plainsgame during midday. Lunch was typically taken under a shaded acacia tree with cots set up for a siesta. Then, back on the dugga boy tracks later in the day. The Niassa is full of game, but you need to be prepared to walk and earn your trophy. If a stalk doesn’t work out, you’ll most likely cut more tracks down the road. But, when an opportunity presents itself, you take it.

By day three we already had four buffalo down and several plainsgame including eland, sable, kudu, zebra, bushbuck, impala, wart hog, bushpig, and various duiker. Now it was my turn to hunt a dugga boy! The PH for my hunt was Darren, an old friend who I met many years ago, and who has guided our hunters for several years now. We cut a solitary track shortly after daybreak on day four. A track of an old bull. A proper dugga boy, as Darren called it. We tracked him for nearly two hours. Saw where he would feed and bedded down a couple of times. Darren’s trackers were incredible. They are the highlight of any safari. They’ve been with him for nearly 20 years. Hunting all over Africa. We finally caught up with the lone bull as he fed in a small clearing just 50 yards away. Darren set up the sticks and I settled my Gunwerks .375 Ruger. I can still visualize his heavy bosses as I looked through the scope at him feeding and settled the crosshairs on his shoulder. The first shot broke his right shoulder, and not knowing where we were, the buffalo began running our way. I settled back on the sticks for a back-up shot, and as he veered off, I hit him two more times and put him down for good. The death bellow signaled he was expiring. My adrenalin was through the roof as I approached this old bull. 1,800 pounds of sheer muscle. Heavy bosses and worn tips, scarred up face. The entire experience was everything I had imagined when I dreamt of buffalo hunting. I looked back at our trackers who were calm as could be, just another day at the office for them. You could see their sense of accomplishment on having done their job. I was just the lucky one behind the trigger.

There’s nothing quite like Africa. If you’d like to experience a trip like this for yourself, you know who to call! Reach out to us at 1-800-346-8747.

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In the not-too-distant past, Alaska suffered back-to-back-to-back severe weather events that dramatically impacted Dall sheep populations across much of the state, resulting in fewer over-the-counter opportunities and even closures. Hunters have been forced to look to Canada, where hunts are now largely sold out through 2027 and prices have surged beyond $60,000. Even at such outrageous prices, availability is scarce.

This shift has made Alaska’s limited-entry draw areas for Dall sheep one of the most valuable options left for serious hunters. With hunts priced between $28,000 and $35,000, applicants can still access very high-quality white sheep at nearly half the cost of Canadian alternatives.

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Despite the challenges statewide, the limited-entry regions—managed by very conservative tag allocations—continue to produce outstanding results for the lucky applicants of WTA TAGS:

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For those willing to embrace the physical challenge, this hunt represents the ultimate North American mountain adventure.

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I’ve been a bear hunter my whole life, but grizzly was always the dream. When the time finally came, I reached out to WTA to book a hunt. My someday hunt was finally becoming a reality. I thought I knew what I was hoping for: one good opportunity at a mature grizzly. What actually happened over those 10 days was beyond anything I could have imagined.

My journey began in Anchorage, where I stayed the night before flying into the bush. The outfitter has a liaison in town to help with any last-minute needs, so no rental car was needed. The next morning at Merrill Field, I boarded a turboprop (they use caravans, not tiny Super Cubs) for the 1½-hour flight into hunting country.

At the airstrip, the crew waited with Kong—a massive military deuce-and-a-half that can ford rivers, plus Polaris six-wheelers. After a stop at the roadhouse to organize, we headed to moose camp, about four miles upriver.

The camp itself told stories of 50 years of hunting. Cabin walls covered with dozens of hunters’ stories, as far back as the ’70s. Old regulation books showing $50 polar bear licenses. Boxes of ammo, left behind over decades for anyone who might need them. Four cabins with wood stoves surrounded the main lodge, and there was a creek-fed shower with endless hot water. A crate of beer stays ice-cold in the stream. It’s glorious. Remote Alaska with just enough comfort to keep you hunting hard every day.

From the roadhouse, we spotted two black bears on the mountainside. That evening, the cameraman Jordan and I glassed near camp, getting oriented for what was supposed to be a grizzly-focused hunt.

The next morning, those black bears were still there. We moved in. At 390 yards, with shifting thermals threatening to blow our approach, I took my shot. Low but lethal. Two more shots finished it. While butchering, we discovered this old boar was peppered with birdshot—dozens of pellets in each leg and shoulder. Somewhere, sometime, he’d been a problem bear. He could take a bullet. By 3 p.m., we had meat in the freezer and the hide salted. We were back to looking for grizzly.

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The grizzly sat on its haunches, exhausted, looking between us and the black bear as it escaped. This bear was in full predator mode, seemingly calculating whether we might be easier prey. Then he simply lay down for a nap, 400 yards away, completely unconcerned by our presence.

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This was it—the animal I’d wanted forever, taken in a sequence I couldn’t have scripted better. Pure euphoria.

We had two bears down and over a week left of hunting. Day three was Jordan’s birthday, and we decided to get him a bear tag from camp. This would be his first hunt behind a rifle. We picked up a great black bear in no time. Jordan’s demeanor totally changed as he went into hunt mode and put a perfect 350-yard shot right into the bear’s heart. Top-tier birthday!

Three bears in three days with a week remaining. I bought a second tag and grabbed my bow. We spent four days searching for another bear, exploring drainages, following wolf tracks, catching Dolly Varden, and collecting shed antlers. Living the full Alaska experience while always hunting.

On the second-to-last day, I spotted a huge black bear doing loops through berry patches on a steep face. After multiple failed positioning attempts, I opted to go solo while Jordan and our guide filmed from a distance. The bear, hearing me crash through the alders below him, thought I was another bear invading his berries. At nine yards, with his hackles up and ears flat, I put an arrow through his front shoulder. Our group’s fourth bear.

Four bears in four days. An incredible adventure. This was the outfitter’s first year focusing on Fall bear hunting. The populations are thriving (evident from the moose without calves), and they’ve wisely increased tag allocations.

I came to Alaska with a lifelong dream of taking a grizzly. What I got was something I couldn’t have imagined: multiple species, incredible encounters, and memories that transformed a dream hunt into something beyond dreams. The grizzly lying down in front of us, completely unafraid. Jordan’s pure joy at his first bear. Stalking with my bow, close enough to hear the bear growling and clacking its jaws.

Some hunts meet your expectations. This one created new ones. When you book with WTA, you’re not just booking a hunt, you’re setting yourself up for adventures you can’t even imagine.

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The Central Flyway is a waterfowl superhighway—a vital corridor for migrating ducks and geese—and for those of us lucky enough to be waterfowlers, it offers unmatched opportunities to hunt and experience the migration from September through January.

Over the past 40 years, I’ve had the privilege of chasing ducks around the world, but many of my favorite memories come from following this flyway, especially during those early years when my duck-obsessed father would pull my brother and me out of school every Fall to chase birds.

That’s right! We missed school every year for dedicated waterfowl trips. No regrets.

In the true north country, along the edges of Canada’s boreal forest, early-season hunts are nothing short of magical. The birds are just beginning their journey south—hungry, unpressured, and eager to settle into newly harvested grain fields. It’s a waterfowler’s paradise. The decoy spreads in these northern zones are often among the first the birds see, and their eager, uneducated responses can be absolutely breathtaking.

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When the birds pushed south, so did we.

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I’ll never forget one frigid morning. After breaking ice, my hands were bright red and on the edge of frostbite. I looked at my dad for sympathy, but he just grinned as the puddle ducks cupped up and said, “Do you want warm hands, or do you want to shoot ducks?” Like I said, he was a fanatic. I grabbed the old Winchester pump and did my best. That day, I also learned the value of hand warmers and Gore-Tex gloves.

There are so many unforgettable moments:

  • Slipping and sliding at a Nebraska reservoir, laughing hysterically as we wondered if we’d ever get the old Suburban and trailer back up the icy boat ramp. After limiting out on greenheads.
  • Rowing across the Delta Marsh in the dark to find the perfect crescent-shaped bulrush island to set the decoys that the canvasbacks couldn’t resist.
  • Chasing snow geese in South Dakota and realizing we’d finally picked the perfect field, the one that made it worth all those hours spent spray-painting sheet-metal shell decoys in the garage.

These weren’t just hunting trips. They were memories shared with family, with friends, and with the great outdoors itself.

In the end, missing a week of school every year was worth every single minute.

The last duck hunt I shared with my admittedly duck-crazy father was a world away and half a lifetime ago. The hunt may be long over, but the memory will always stay with me.

At WTA, we’re proud to connect our clients with trusted partners so they can experience these same one-of-a-kind adventures.

We offer incredible destinations and outstanding outfitters all along the Central Flyway—from Alberta and Saskatchewan to North Dakota, South Dakota, Nebraska, Kansas, and Oklahoma—so you can create your own lasting memories.

Call Worldwide Trophy Adventures at 1-800-346-8747 today to book your trip of a lifetime.

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