Dinner that night was Blesbok back straps. I thought I had taken a picture, so my apologies for that. After our celebratory cigar, we went to bed, for yet another early morning. The routine was breakfast at 7, leave the lodge by 7:30.
Woke up as usual early and went to the lodge for my cup of coffee. Today, we were going to do the same thing as the day before, send trackers out and look out for Buffalo. We head out and after an hour or so, we get the call from one of the trackers that they had a cow on one of the mountains, and that it looked like she was not alone, but the trackers couldn't see what was with her.
We get to an advantage point and Don is looking. We can all see the cow, but can't tell if there is a bull nearby. Looked at Don and ask what's the plan. He looks back at me and states "We'll go for a walk". Well, shoot, remember what that meant with Wik, I could only imagine what was waiting for us.
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The hill in the background is where we started our stalk.
We head downhill from where we were at a rather quickly pace, and I thought Wik was a mountain goat, well, Don is not too far behind. I'm trying to keep up with them, and I'm also trying not to fall on my face with all these lose rocks. We crossed this little valley, and we start climbing the other hill. About halfway up this hill, my legs are burning, and I'm totally out of breath. I think Don felt bad about Gary and I and decided to give us a small break.
At this point, I thought we were about parallel with where the Buffalo where, but it was almost impossible to see 5 feet in front of you. So, after Don talking with X, the decision was made to come from the top and watching the wind on our descend. Well, the half part of this hill was the steepest, and up we went. By now adrenaline has kicked in, and I was keeping up with Don and X, even though my legs were burning from fatigue, I kept pushing. We got to the top and made an immediate right and started descending and looking for the Buffalo.
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Where we were and from where we took the shot. The bull was about halfway up. Hard to tell with the picture, but it was brutal. LOL!!!
About 3/4 of the way down, X froze and pointed. The cow and now the bull were below us at about 80 yards. The wind was good, and they had no idea we were there. Methodically moved downhill trying to stay quiet which is extremely hard with all the shale rocks around. We closed the gap, but didn't have a good angle on the Buffalo. We moved again, and nothing, moved once again, and this time the bull and cow noticed movement, but couldn't tell what we were. Got into position, and had a branch in front of my rifle, Don reached in and broke the branch. I now had a clear shot to his should. I was at 62 yds out, and I was solid. I took two deep breaths, and I heard the word of my PH, on the shoulder and take him when you are ready. He was not done saying those words when I was firing. The shot felt perfect. Came back from recoil, and immediately reloaded a new cartridge, and was ready for more. When I came back on the scope, I saw the Buffalo running like nothing.
When I saw the Buffalo running, my heart sank, and I thought I had shot him a bit too far back. Now, I'm questioning my shot, and I'm upset with myself for making a bad shot. My friend Gary told me that he saw the impact and that the shot impacted in a good place, and that he thought he had seen him go down. Don was also positive that I had made a good shot, but I was still not convinced based on how the Buffalo was running. Don kept listening to the death bellow but couldn't hear and we never heard one.
Don decided that it was prudent to call in the dogs and not go after him. If we did, he could be hiding 5 ft from us, and we would never know until it was too late. I said, your call and I'll do whatever needs to be done so we could all go home safe. I topped off my CZ with another cartridge, and we waited. About 30-40 min went by and the tracker with the dogs showed up. We directed him which way the Buffalo had ran and where we thought he was.
Time went by 15-20 minutes or so, and I'm burning up inside, still thinking I made a bad shot, and now I have someone down there looking out after my mess. I'm on the sticks waiting to where we think this Buffalo may run to. The radio cracks, and I think the Buffalo is going to run out, nope, tracker come on the radio that the Buffalo is dead in the spot where Gary had pointed out earlier. A great relief and I said a small silent prayer that everything worked out and no one got hurt.
Walked up my Buffalo and placed my hand on him, I had finally taken a bull Cape Buffalo. Like I always do, I said my thanks. Wow, what an amazing animal, and what an old warrior. This guy was much better than the one we had seen the day before. Had so many scars and character on his face, the perfect old warrior I wanted to take. Couldn't have asked for a better Buffalo.
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Where we found him. Some thick stuff.
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My bull, what a magnificent animal, old and scared. Like Don said, proper Buffalo. I can't express enough how proud and happy I am of taking such an old warrior.
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With Don.
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With the crew who cut this animal in three and took it down this mountain. Lots of work.
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The only bullet recovered and from the Buffalo. Perfect shape, almost commercial material.
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