And this one of my son just before the wounded bull spun, an arc of blood flying from his mouth, and began a charge in the Zambezi Delta. He had hit him seemingly perfectly with a near frontal on the first shot. Anchored, he would not fall with three more bullets behind the right rear rib. As he turned, he was immediately hit by another .375, a .458, and a .500. I didn't get that picture because I had pitched the camera and was shouldering my own double.