Day 3
Well due to partying for the leopard we slept in this morning with my father and the choir boy waking up early with the reverend and myself taking it easy for a bit in the morning.
My Father and Lindon got on the Buffalo while we slept and trailed them for 3 miles until they bedded down for the midday heat. They returned to camp to find us back in the fighting spirit at lunch. I elected to go on the stalk with my father that afternoon to see if we could find him a Buffalo.
Well, we thought we parked about 500 meters from where they were bedded and started walking down the river. 150 yards from the truck a duggaboy crosses our path from right to left at about 50 yards. It is clear at first sight it’s a good bull but it takes a few seconds for Lindon to confirm he is fully mature. At this point, my father gets on the sticks and shoots before the bull can exit the riverbed hitting the bull through the shoulder with a 300-grain swift a-frame from his model 70 375H&H breaking his shoulder and into the lungs. We see the bull run into a thick patch of riverine ahead of us and all goes quiet. Then we hear it start to bellow! We ease up to check on the bull after a few minutes and find the bull looking back at us at a distance of 10-15 yards! We do the runner and put some distance between us and the more alive than expected bull and form a plan. At this point, my father shoots him again dropping him and anchors him with 2 more follow-up shots the Buffalo was dead! His major goal on this trip was a nice Buffalo and I can say with confidence he did well!! It was a special experience to share with him to get to be there for his buffalo, I will remember this for the rest of my life!
The hole you can see the buffalo in did not exist before we trimmed it out
Well due to partying for the leopard we slept in this morning with my father and the choir boy waking up early with the reverend and myself taking it easy for a bit in the morning.
My Father and Lindon got on the Buffalo while we slept and trailed them for 3 miles until they bedded down for the midday heat. They returned to camp to find us back in the fighting spirit at lunch. I elected to go on the stalk with my father that afternoon to see if we could find him a Buffalo.
Well, we thought we parked about 500 meters from where they were bedded and started walking down the river. 150 yards from the truck a duggaboy crosses our path from right to left at about 50 yards. It is clear at first sight it’s a good bull but it takes a few seconds for Lindon to confirm he is fully mature. At this point, my father gets on the sticks and shoots before the bull can exit the riverbed hitting the bull through the shoulder with a 300-grain swift a-frame from his model 70 375H&H breaking his shoulder and into the lungs. We see the bull run into a thick patch of riverine ahead of us and all goes quiet. Then we hear it start to bellow! We ease up to check on the bull after a few minutes and find the bull looking back at us at a distance of 10-15 yards! We do the runner and put some distance between us and the more alive than expected bull and form a plan. At this point, my father shoots him again dropping him and anchors him with 2 more follow-up shots the Buffalo was dead! His major goal on this trip was a nice Buffalo and I can say with confidence he did well!! It was a special experience to share with him to get to be there for his buffalo, I will remember this for the rest of my life!
The hole you can see the buffalo in did not exist before we trimmed it out
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