I had strange dreams last night about buffalo and Africa and I woke up this morning briefly confused…after yesterday’s events, am I back in Africa or…oh yea Argentina. That’s a testament to the quality of this buff hunt. I see these photos of guys walking up to water buff in Argentina in the open with no cover and I have nothing in common with that. I cannot imagine this particular group of buff standing there while you walk up to them with a rifle. Besides being a bit scratched up, I feel good and ready to go. Come to think of it, how can it be a proper buff hunt without a bit of thorns and your own blood sprinkled around. This is a proper buff hunt.
We go back out to the big buff area. I should have asked how big it is. I can see no end to it. The valley stretches a long ways and I believe that the end of the ranch cannot be seen from here. I asked last night where the buff cows are and was told they are in another part of the ranch most of the year. They do not keep them together all year to minimize injuries, etc.
As we drive slowly looking at the area, I see and point out a group of buffalo in an opening in the middle of the trees at the base of the valley about 1/2 mile from us. We get on the binos and you can see this is a larger group of bulls…20-25 strong. While I’m looking, Nestor says he is with the group…let’s go. I load the 375 and the 300 is loaded and we crawl over the fence and start walking their way. If I haven’t said it already, the cattle fence is about chest high with cables for fencing. There is no need for high fencing and most of what is here are buffaloes and red stag. Come to think of it, I never did see a blackbuck or other exotic in the buffalo area.
Down low in the valley, the terrain is different. It’s less dense and you can walk from one cluster of bushes to the next with grass in between. You can even see your feet most of the time! We walk quickly for about 5 min and then slow way down. Nestor says we are close to where we viewed them earlier. This is a lot different than before as we are now watching for a larger group with many more eyes, ears and noses to contend with. Hunting solitary bulls is one thing. Hunting them in a group is much more complex.
We find the edge of the herd and stop to assess the situation. They are feeding in the trees with small openings between. They are about 120 yards from us, moving around in little groups. All bulls…all mature but where is the big boy? We have the wind and they seem to be feeding to our left so we sit and watch the group moving across our point of view. No big bull yet. We move with them some and they reverse and come back the other way. They don’t seem to have a focus but are just grazing without being pressed. We know the big one is in here somewhere. Patience…patience. This is the way.
I feel good about the setup. This is more typical and a lot safer than being a few feet from them in thick bedding areas. They start to move again and we belly crawl, which I have to say is my least favorite form of stalking. I have neck injuries and crawling with a rifle isn’t fun. By the way, if you are crawling on hands and knees (versus belly crawling), the correct method is to sling your rifle around your neck with the rifle hanging below you. Don’t put the rifle in the dirt and push and drag it through the dirt and sticks. If you belly crawl, then put it in the crook of your elbows and snake forward.
We crawl on hands and knees for at least 30 minutes (which feels like hours). At times, the herd pops out and stares at us briefly and then moves back to grazing. We still have the wind thankfully. I get on the sticks twice just in case we get a shot but nothing yet and we still haven’t seen the giant. Then the wind swirls as the day heats up and the herd runs a bit to get away from us. We get up and jog after them and then they run to our left. We continue and they are just ahead of us to our left in a group of trees.
I get on the sticks and we hear them run again but this time towards us. The sound of 25 buffalo bulls running close by is thrilling. You can feel the ground vibrating. They are going to clear the trees right in front of us at about 10-15 yards. I get ready and the lead bulls clear the trees and see us on their left. They swing away from us immediately. My guide yells #1…no #4…and I just sit on the sticks and watch…there is no shot to be called here. There are way too many moving parts here to get jacked up. I put the safety back on and look at Nestor. He shrugs his shoulders and I say no, there is no shot to take like that. He nods and grabs the sticks and we move forward again. Close but not quite right.