The distance is 80-90 yards and most of the buff are still under the tress but the wide one is grazing in little circles on the closest edge to us. I zoom in a bit to get some clarity as he is in the shadows...do they ever stand in the open and behave??? Not for me! I turn on the lighted reticle in the Swaro scope. Once again, I need the lighted reticle on these crazy buff.
The bull turns his head to the left and amazingly, I have no shot. He's too wide and the horn is covering his shoulder. Chico quietly says don't blow his horn off. I chuckle and take the safety off. The bull's head straightens out and the shot is away onto his left shoulder. He starts to run forward and I hit him again which turns him back into the trees. Now he is inside the cover with the other 5 bulls.
We run forward as I'm reloading and stop about 40 yards from the trees with nothing but grass between us. For a few seconds, nothing changes. Then the bulls come out to face us but the wounded bull is standing by himself inside the cover. I find an opening and send another shot. He stiffens visibly. I'm not watching the other bulls...Chico is in charge of that. I send another shot and the bull drops.
I reload and we watch the other buffs standing in front of us. There's a death rattle from under the trees...and the bulls are still facing us as the sun is setting. We wait 5 minutes and Chico calls the trackers from the truck. He says throw rocks at them and we will cover anything that comes forward. 3 guys start throwing rocks and yelling. One bulls turns...another follows...we move forward...more rocks and I hear 3 languages yelling at the bulls. We move forward again and the bulls turn and stand about 50 yards from us...watching.
The bull turns his head to the left and amazingly, I have no shot. He's too wide and the horn is covering his shoulder. Chico quietly says don't blow his horn off. I chuckle and take the safety off. The bull's head straightens out and the shot is away onto his left shoulder. He starts to run forward and I hit him again which turns him back into the trees. Now he is inside the cover with the other 5 bulls.
We run forward as I'm reloading and stop about 40 yards from the trees with nothing but grass between us. For a few seconds, nothing changes. Then the bulls come out to face us but the wounded bull is standing by himself inside the cover. I find an opening and send another shot. He stiffens visibly. I'm not watching the other bulls...Chico is in charge of that. I send another shot and the bull drops.
I reload and we watch the other buffs standing in front of us. There's a death rattle from under the trees...and the bulls are still facing us as the sun is setting. We wait 5 minutes and Chico calls the trackers from the truck. He says throw rocks at them and we will cover anything that comes forward. 3 guys start throwing rocks and yelling. One bulls turns...another follows...we move forward...more rocks and I hear 3 languages yelling at the bulls. We move forward again and the bulls turn and stand about 50 yards from us...watching.
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