I am resident both in Panama and the Congo 
where I grew up. My mom is still living in Pointe-Noire so I visit her every year, and go hunting, car and rifles are here, and she and some friends take care of the license renewal in due time..
I know the hunting territory, the people, the roads… that’s how it is possible to do it by myself.
We found a herd of 4 early morning last week in the plains, near a lake.
I always try and take pictures before shooting.. I found it helps me be much more calm and “clinical” in my shot decision thereafter..
Long story short, I confirm with the tracker which one is the big male, and take it.
The first bullet will take the heart and lungs. I immediately follow up with another bullet in the same area.. they bolt, and charge in our direction. The shots were taken at around 120m. There was no way to cross the dried lake and get closer.
3rd shot… aiming at the head of the charging wounded one. Not always easy to know which is which in such mayhem but this time, yes.. the .375 cracks and soon enough, I can see the buffalo reacting as if it had hit a wall.. the 3 others turned away and disappeared. I remember taking a 4th shot on the buffalo, still standing but not moving. Game over
The bump under the skin was a local “brenneke” that hadn’t penetrated..
where I grew up. My mom is still living in Pointe-Noire so I visit her every year, and go hunting, car and rifles are here, and she and some friends take care of the license renewal in due time.. I know the hunting territory, the people, the roads… that’s how it is possible to do it by myself.
We found a herd of 4 early morning last week in the plains, near a lake.
I always try and take pictures before shooting.. I found it helps me be much more calm and “clinical” in my shot decision thereafter..
Long story short, I confirm with the tracker which one is the big male, and take it.
The first bullet will take the heart and lungs. I immediately follow up with another bullet in the same area.. they bolt, and charge in our direction. The shots were taken at around 120m. There was no way to cross the dried lake and get closer.
3rd shot… aiming at the head of the charging wounded one. Not always easy to know which is which in such mayhem but this time, yes.. the .375 cracks and soon enough, I can see the buffalo reacting as if it had hit a wall.. the 3 others turned away and disappeared. I remember taking a 4th shot on the buffalo, still standing but not moving. Game over
The bump under the skin was a local “brenneke” that hadn’t penetrated..
