Sorry guys, I forgot all about this thread. I don't visit here much. I will now conclude the thread.
Day 4
Sunrise found us out looking for fresh Zebra tracks, as this was the only animal left "on my list". After cutting several sets of tracks and getting busted everytime, mostly due to swirling wind and their sharp eyes (I think Zebra might be the smartest of the African plains game), we decided to call it a morning and head back to the truck for well deserved "brai" (barbeque in the bush). As we were coming around some scrub bush, the PH suddenly stopped and told me to look for the nearest sturdy tree. I knew this meant there was a black rhino somewhere nearby. Over the past couple of days I had already been up a few trees. Thankfully, everytime the rhinos minded their own business and left the area.
As I was about to head over to a decent size Mopani tree the PH informed me that it was not a rhino, but an Eland. And a big old bull at that! I could tell he was excited! I informed him that Eland was not on my list and I preferred to save it for next year. He said fine, but that running into such a nice old bull is a rare occasion and sometimes hunters have to make several trips to Africa just to find one like this. I decided to take a second look at him. He was in a group of 4 bulls and you could tell that he was head and shoulders above the rest.
I decided to heed the PH's advice and go for him. He was about 80 yards out and broadside - an easy shot from the sticks. I put the crosshairs of the .30-06 tight behind his shoulder and let one fly. The bulls started all running away, except mine which ran parallel to us and stopped. The PH was hissing in my ear "HIT EM AGAIN!!!!! THEY CAN WALK FOREVER WHEN WOUNDED!!!"
After taking a few steps to my right to get around a bush, I fired one more round. No reaction! Ph still hissing "AGAIN AGAIN!!!". So i fire again...still no reaction from the bull who is just standing there. I shoot again. Nothing!
I take aim again and CLICK!!! Damn, I'm empty. So i chuck a round by hand into the chamber and fire. That one got his attention as he is now looking at me and noticing that something is not quite right here. I load yet another shell into the rifle and decide i will try a neck shaot to end this circus. Well I hit the neck, but missed the spine obviously as the bull decides he's had enough of this BS and starts trotting off. I throw my last shell into the chamber and put one into his rear end hoping I will connect with bone and keep him from moving too far off. At the impact he stops but is still standing there like a statue. I'm out of ammo and just look at my PH and kinda throw up my arms like "W.T.F!!!".
The tracker arrives at my position with the PH's 375 H&H back up and just then the bull finally starts swaying back and forth before stiff legged falling on his side. The PH was so relived. Apparently, he has been on multi day Eland tracking expeditions. Not a lot of fun according to him.
Back at the skinning shed for the post mortem, we find bullet 3-4 holes in his heart/lung area. Heart and lungs are soup. Another one in the guts and one in the neck.
The 180 grain Winchester power points all penetrated and expanded well. Retained weight was around 80%. These are tough animals!!!