I shot that buffalo down on one of the most irresponsible and dangerous hunts of my life in PH, we were returning from a long day of walking the buffalo, it was already night and the road that my lazy helpers were open in the middle of the forest, was full of spikes. low branches sharply cut, we punctured two tires that night! When I managed to solve this, it was past midnight. Exhausted, hungry and already near the camp, a monstrous male of Indian buffalo Murrah crossed 30 meters in front of the car. The customer immediately wanted to shoot. I stopped the truck and with a powerful flashlight I lit the buffalo that was walking fast to our right, still in the open. The angle was getting difficult and I was going to open my mouth asking him not to fire when the 375 HH fired. In the light I saw a breath of white dust leap from the buffalo's stomach ... which ran and took shelter on an island in a tall, dry bush, in the middle of an open field. The most prudent and smart thing would be to go away and come back very early, but I knew he wouldn't be there, he would go out and walk to the river and we would lose him. I had to go after him, try to find him. I asked the customer to wait in the car, I got out and very slowly enter the dry forest island. My helper was a tall, refreshing native boy, he held a powerful flashlight in my hands, I kept saying to him: If the buffalo attacked, he wouldn't be able to run ... he would have to keep the light on the animal so I could shoot. He just shook his head saying he would do that. The silence was total, I could hear only our feet in the dry leaves and some bushes reaching for our clothes ... I could also hear the poor boy's panting and the pounding of my heart. I was afraid, yes, there is not a human in this world who does not feel fear in a situation like this. We walked 15 meters and the bush became more and more closed, suddenly I realized the madness I was committing and decided to go back to the open field. I grabbed the boy's shirt in front of me and pulled it back, he said something out loud and at that very moment the buffalo became special, howled and the bush broke 10 meters in front of me, I took my 416 to my face, but I only remember see very quickly the sparkle in one of his eyes! My helper did what I feared most! He ran across the face to my left, leaving me in the dark. With no option I turned around and ran as fast as I could. I was lucky, the strong light that the boy brought caught the buffalo's attention to him ... almost being reached and already in the open field the boy dropped the lantern and jumped in a thin tree rising fast. The buffalo curiously tried to attack the light on the ground amid a cloud of dust. At that moment I was out in the open and I remembered that I had a small flashlight in my head, it had good power and I would be able to shoot with it. When I turned on the buffalo, it immediately came towards me, the field was clear and I saw it perfectly as steel sights, I still remember having reached quickly to bend the flashlight that illuminated to the right a little. I should have expected him to reach 10 meters, his head was huge and he didn't come so fast. But I didn't succeed ... I shot about 15 meters, he didn't fall, but he knelt like front legs, quickly reloaded my Ruger and fired without aiming the second shot, I completely missed the buffalo that stood up ... I didn't have time to the third shot, in three jumps, the buffalo was again inside the closed bush island. I looked for the hunting truck and sat and waited more than an hour, then we went back into his blood ... the bush was so closed that I almost stepped on it ... it was dead. The next day we returned early to remove the skin, the flesh and the head. My first shot went under the left eye, passed under the brain, cut a thick artery in the neck and without touching the cervical, I recovered the bullet in the flesh of the neck almost entering the rib cage. This buffalo died due to hemorrhage, inside it was an impressive amount of clotted blood. Barnes Projectile .416 Barnes Banded Solid, 400 grains traveling at 2,500 FPS. In this hunt I learned a great lesson, never go out in the night looking for a wounded buffalo and never trust anyone but yourself. The poor guy apologized to me and told me afterwards that he didn't want to run, but his legs ran alone !!! in the afternoon of the day, after all that work, we relax in a delicious river bath and we roast the buffalo's rib on a floor fire like the gauchos of southern Brazil do ... that day I really got drunk, I deserved it !