We left camp around 5am, Dalton, Tongi his tracker, Tremol, his driver, Time the game scout and myself. There was a spot where he had a recent client miss a good buff and needed his revenge. We found tracks at first light crossing the road, fresh tracks, this was around 6:10-6:15 am. Once on the track we heard buffalo moving not far from us. We moved around some brush and I see Dalton throw up the sticks (these were African Sporting Creations I brought and practiced on). This was at around 6:30, we may have been hunting for 20 minutes or so and I was already on sticks watching small pack of dagga boys walking past around 40 yards. I was NOT ready for this, it was faster then I could have ever dreamed. I could get a shot nor could Dalton make out the what we were looking at as the sun was right in our eyes.
We kept on these bulls and had them jump and run, but never see or smell us. Once we came to a small road, the wind swirled and Dalton wanted to pull off. Tongi kept puffing his wind tracker and insisted we push on, which we did. We headed up a small hill and Dalton stopped, watched through his binos, then motioned us to get down. He then moved forward and got the sticks up, I moved forward and he pointed out where the buffalo was. I couldn't make him out, until I saw old torn up bosses shining back at me through my scope. The buffalo stepped forward through some brush, then turned. We re adjusted the sticks as he was broadside at this time and POW. The buffalo turned slowly, acting as he was hit and I shot again, then he started to trot away, clearly injured. Once I was out, Dalton fired off 2 rounds while I reloaded, he was still on his feet and in sight. He went down, and we ran up to him, I was instructed to lay one into his shoulder, which I did. It was 9:20 am
And just like that, my Buffalo hunt was over in 3 hours and 10 minutes. What an old fighter, I couldn't have been happier.
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You may see a hole above his right eye, in his boss. Dalton told me he thought one of my solids exited his neck and through the boss cracking it. Days later at the skinning shed, his skinner showed me a bullet lodged in the BACK of his boss, shot from the front. This bullet was not from me as he never faced us when I shot. It wasn't an old wound, and he seemed unfazed. Pretty wild what these animals can handle.