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The term McNab came up on another thread and reminded me of a story from my youth. I have heard/read of a similar story a number of years ago, so there may be another story like this out there. Hope you enjoy.
The story was told by Mzee Bauer, an old ivory hunter from the Deutsch Ostafrika days. At the time of the story, I had never heard the term McNab. I doubt he ever heard the term. Time has dulled my memory, but I believe the animal in question was a hartebeest so I will call it that in the story.
Mzee Bauer along with a couple of his men were elephant hunting and came up to a large drying up pan. The elephant grass had been burned off in most places on the pan and only small mud holes remained. As they cleared some of the remaining elephant grass, they came upon a hartebeest drinking in a mud hole.
Needing meat he aimed and fired. After the recoil, he saw feathers flying a little in front of where the hartebeest stood and the wounded hartebeest running off. His men commenced uncontrollable laughter which they couldn't stop. Laughing, they walked up to a stork with it's head blown apart. In the storks mouth was a barbel that also had its head blown apart. Evidently the stork had just caught the fish and raised it's head to swallow as the bullet hit. The wounded hartebeest was followed up and had either died or was dispatched.
The Mzee had taken a bird, fish and animal with one shot. Out of a life in the bush, that was the story that seemed to give him the most enjoyment in telling. He also told it much better than me. Wish you could have heard his version. Prost Mzee.
The story was told by Mzee Bauer, an old ivory hunter from the Deutsch Ostafrika days. At the time of the story, I had never heard the term McNab. I doubt he ever heard the term. Time has dulled my memory, but I believe the animal in question was a hartebeest so I will call it that in the story.
Mzee Bauer along with a couple of his men were elephant hunting and came up to a large drying up pan. The elephant grass had been burned off in most places on the pan and only small mud holes remained. As they cleared some of the remaining elephant grass, they came upon a hartebeest drinking in a mud hole.
Needing meat he aimed and fired. After the recoil, he saw feathers flying a little in front of where the hartebeest stood and the wounded hartebeest running off. His men commenced uncontrollable laughter which they couldn't stop. Laughing, they walked up to a stork with it's head blown apart. In the storks mouth was a barbel that also had its head blown apart. Evidently the stork had just caught the fish and raised it's head to swallow as the bullet hit. The wounded hartebeest was followed up and had either died or was dispatched.
The Mzee had taken a bird, fish and animal with one shot. Out of a life in the bush, that was the story that seemed to give him the most enjoyment in telling. He also told it much better than me. Wish you could have heard his version. Prost Mzee.
