The Peninsula Clarion, the daily newspaper of Alaska's Kenai Peninsula, wrote a story about Len Malmquist and his “trip of a lifetime” at Bushmen Safaris.
During his two-week African expedition at Bushmen Safaris, the retired 60-year-old bow hunter killed nine animals. However, Len Malmquist did more than shoot his bow during his June 2012 adventure. One day he went the whole time without seeing a single animal large enough to shoot (and he counted 249 animals). He “went nuts,” though, with his camera. “I got video,” he said, “and I’ve got still pictures up the yin-yang.”
When Malmquist wasn’t firing his camera, there was game to take with his bow, and he shot with a discerning eye — an ethical detail he learned as a kid.
It started when his father bought him a BB gun. He was just a kid; he was curious. So he shot a robin. But his father was not pleased, and he explained that killing anything for sport is wrong. So, to reinforce the lesson, he made his son eat it.
Now he has 47 years of hunting experience, 18 exclusively with a bow, and ever since that robin, he’s been much more critical of what and how he shoots. He said a bow allows him to do that.
“You see, a bullet kills with shock, and a bow and arrow kills by bleeding,” he said. “A lot of people think hunting with a bow and arrow is cruel.”
But it really isn’t, he said. When he hits an animal, they jump into the air as if they’ve been stung by a bee. For instance, an elk he killed in Colorado jumped in the air, continued grazing, jolted three steps, then fell over, dead.
The same is true for the African animals; just they’re a little more determined. The impala can cover 45 yards before their pipes run dry.
The bigger animals? “The bigger animals were 80 to 120 yards before they keeled over dead ... with no heart,” he said. “You try running 100 yards with no heart. I don’t know how they do it.” When the guides gutted his gemsbok – one of the larger, 600-pound animals – its heart was split in fourths. “And it went 129 yards,” he said.
That gemsbok was one of the nine animals Malmquist had on his list. Number one on his list was a kudu.
“Part of the reason is because of the curly horns,” he said. “Once I got there, I found out – it’s really interesting – is if you take this curly horn and you stand it up sideways and you look down it, it looks like a coil, and dead center in the middle of the coil is the eyeball. God made it so that when they look up, they can see where their horns are in the trees and stuff.”
Number two on his list was a wart hog, “a super ugly animal.” He wanted to shoot one because their skulls are so oddly shaped, and when you bleach it, he said they make for quite an impressive mount. He also said they tasted almost like pork.
When Malmquist first thought of a hunting expedition to Africa a year ago, he was taking a class about the logistics on booking a hunting trip to Texas. In class, someone inquired about booking a trip elsewhere, perhaps outside the country, maybe Argentina or New Zealand or Africa.
So he did some more research. He went to a Safari Club International conference in Las Vegas and found some information. He spoke to locals and was surprised at how many Alaskans had hunted in Africa. He poured over websites and refined his list of outfitters for two and a half months.
Trips he’s done in the States have cost up to $11,000. Africa, he later found out, would cost nearly half that and yield five times the game. “So I thought, ‘That’s pretty cool,’” he said, “and the more I looked into it, the more excited I got because it was some place I wanted to go, and it was cheaper than I thought.”
But Africa presented a unique issue for Malmquist — he couldn’t bring back his kill, and ever since the BB gun incident, that was a major stipulation of his hunting.
Also, if he couldn’t eat his game, he didn’t want to kill it just for trophies. “I’ve been lucky enough to get a few animals that were nice and big that made the record book,” he said, “but that wasn’t what I was starting out to do.”
However, Bushman’s Safari, the outfitter he chose, resolved all his ethical concerns. They told him none of the animal is wasted.
The meat he killed was cooked and fed to him and the rest of the camp, while the rest was donated to local villagers. Even the intestines were carted away on a tarp.
“They do something with them – I’m not sure what – but they don’t even waste that,” he said. And the guides were all native trackers. He said they had supernatural abilities.
“It would be like going down to the beach – the mouth of the Kenai – in the sand and running 10,000 animals across the beach, and they can walk up and tell you which animal made which track and which one is yours and follow it until they find the first sign of blood,” he said.
Before he flew out, he received advice from a few people. One person told him not to bother bringing wardrobes of clothing because the outfitter does your clothing daily for you. Another person warned him about the 36-hour flight. But there was one who warned him specifically about Africa. That person told him that once he’s back home, after the expedition, he’ll want to go back.
“It was a trip of a lifetime,” Malmquist said.