Sucks alright. Sorry to hear about it.
I would say thanks for the offer on the "free" hunt but please refund part of the day rate and the full trophy fee. I'd take that money to a new place, one that has a better chance of getting your trophies home. Imagine going there again and having a repeat? What are your chances of killing another big shumba? And getting him home? Only you can answer this.
Learn from what happened here. Hunting is hunting. Business is business. You fully performed your end but the business end of the deal wasn't held up.
Just my opinion. Good luck on whatever you decide to do. It will be the right choice.
I see where you are coming from Buckmastr.......however asking an African outfitter for money back is like standing in the Sahara calling for rain. I think if you go back and read post #29, the last paragraph, you will get a greater understanding of my motives and why I'll go back in a New York minute, even if the chances are slim of getting the redo capes back. Too much emphasis is placed on the trophies these days, by too many hunters, IMHO, and the true reasons why I hunt where I do, is being lost or becoming secondary.
This is not a business to me, it's a passion. The need to see and hunt different parts of the world, different cultures, different people, how they live, to see parts of the world and animals that we learned about in grade school geography and only ever dreamed of being able to see them one day. There is just so much more to it than the trophies, really it's about the excitement and adventure and no two trips to Africa are the same, even in the same country. I could go on adnauseum, but I think you probably see what I'm saying.
I don't need the bongo hanging on my wall to remember looking at him through the mists just at sunrise that morning, to feel that same excitement at the absolute beauty of him peeking out of the foliage. Carefully placing the crosshair on the upper neck and shoulder junction, expecting him to disappear at any moment, praying he doesn't, squeezing off the shot and hearing the bullet strike, seeing him disappear into the forest greenery. Making our way carefully to where he stood seconds earlier and then finding him laying exactly where he stood, the shot being true and taking out his spine..........that feeling of seeing him laying there, me almost in tears, quietly thanking the Lord for my life and my luck...........I don't need him hanging on the wall to remember that, anytime I choose. But I certainly would like him there!!!