Part 4, Day 4 - “Amazing, absolutely fucking amazing”
After Day 3’s missed opportunity we loaded up early and left camp by 05:15 to start looking for buffalo tracks. I felt ready for a new chance and was really looking forward to a new day of intense hunting… intense, might have been the understatement of the week…
Barely making it out of camp, maybe 10min, just getting out on Security Road, the now so familiar “get out off the car”-phrase was voiced by Dalton!
All of us had just spotted two really nice buffalo bulls stand close to the road. A quick scan with binos just confirmed the initial call that both of the bull were prime candidates for what was to come next.
Dalton had me on the sticks within a few minutes and the perfect shot opportunity presented itself almost immediately. The red dot was spot on the shoulder… I tried to control my breathing… “don’t fuck it up” went thru my head reminiscing my mistake from the day before. I slowly squeezed the trigger of my S2… BOOM…my 500grain Aframe went flying through the air… BOOM…my back-up buddy’s 550grain Woodleigh flew as well, within a second. Both bullets made contact with the bull and the animal showed clear signs of being hit…
I was now expecting the buffalo to collapse or at least move very slowly… but no… it ran off into the thicket… had I missed again… no it couldn’t be… I was absolutely convinced that both bullets had been well placed… I looked over towards Dalton… he too was sure of two good hits.
We quickly made our way to the spot where the buffalo had been standing when it was shot… blood… a lot of blood. A great relief for me and the entire team. Now it was just a matter of finding the buffalo, it surely had just ran off to die… I couldn’t have been more wrong. This bull was a warrior.
Within minutes we find the bull standing in thick bushes. On the sticks again… another shot connects with bull, who again starts to run off. A second shot from my double, another from my back-up and third from Daltons Winchester… all clear hits.
We move in on the buffalo, who now is laying down. As we approach the bull stands up, it is not giving up just yet. It swings around and stares right back at us. “Get ready, he is coming for us” Daltons says… For whatever reason, the bull rethinks its options and tries to evade us but we are right on top of him.
I empty my ammo belt of softs, all hits, and the final shot is taken by my buddy to put an end to the strong warrior. I look at my watch, 05:50, the most intense 20min of my life have just past. Amazing, absolutely fucking amazing experience. Yet again Dalton had given me exactly what I had asked for. Up close and personal and experience I most likely will never forget.
How can an animal take this massive amount of trauma and still keep on moving? We are talking about a dozen of hits of 458 and 470 bullets, all in the vital area or the hip/back legs.
We pay tribute to the harvested animal, take som photos and continue to load up the 600-700kg bull in the back of the LandCruiser. Luckily we are close to the road so recovery is relatively straightforward. We recover a few bullets including my initial shot and second shots. Both of these (Aframe and Woodleigh soft) had passed thru the lungs, expanded perfectly and were found just underneath the skin on the opposite side.
Back to camp for some well deserved breakfast…