Very personal questions. My Dad and I were going to Africa for Cape Buffalo. Then he had a heart attack and died in the deer woods of central Vermont, doing what he loved, at 41. I was 11 years old. I never lost that dream of Africa. At 50 I did my first hunt in Africa...Kudu being my main objective with assorted others. Last year I did my Cape Buffalo dream hunt. My Dad's spirit was truly with me. In the most Northern part of S.A. my dream came true. After reading everything I could and watching all the videos, I was mentally and physically ready for a charging Cape Buffalo. Addendum, my chosen recreational activities have generally generated a healthy dose of adrenaline. Winter backpacking, mountain climbing, buji jumping and sky diving. I work on roofs for a living. You get the idea. It's the experience that completes me. I am 69 and still chasing it. Last year's hunt for Cape Buffalo was stunning! We went to a 25,000-acre property early in the morning, I shot my PH's $20,000 double in 470 NE for the first time before we started to hunt. He had me shoot at an earthen pot 40 yards away. A smashed pot and we were off hunting! My father was a gun dealer, so I am experienced with most all firearms...except doubles. Which is why I wanted to shoot his. Our tracker rode on the front of the Land Cruiser until he picked up tracks. Off we went and followed them until they split up. 6 went one way, 2 another, and as it was approaching dark by now..my PH and the tracker knew these two were headed for a known water hole. We quickly made our way to the water hole area, now it's 5:20 PM in late April of 2025. We. my PH, tracker and myself quickly set up the sticks. My PH said,"Be ready,he's coming from the right!" I said to myself, "How can he know this!" Literally 3 minutes later 2 bulls came walking from the right 50 yards away exactly as my PH said they would! Incredible! "Take the lead bull with the nice drops. Shoot when I tell you, whispered my PH." My bull had his head down with his askari close behind him. After my bull passes a patch of Mopani, he came into full view broadside facing left. Quietly, urgently, I heard, "Shoot!". Laser focused on this moment I'd waited a lifetime for; I put the red dot one third of the way up his body from where his front leg intersected his body and squeezed the trigger. After recovering from the recoil, I heard my PH shoot his 458 Lott and a desperate, "Shoot again! Off the sticks I swung and fired. Silence. We all stood around in shock as it happens SO fast! We waited several minutes and as it was growing dark fast my PH suggested we drive his LandCruiser as far as we could before we set out looking. First I reloaded with solids. Facing the front end as we came to a stop within 40 yards of starting, the long grass maybe 30 yards away swirled violently in a circle and my bulls askari came charging, head down, straight for us! The moment I had dreamed of for many years was here. How would I react? Laser focused again, I threw up the double 470 NE loaded with 500 gr. solids, followed his charge with the red dot on his spine and with my PH's voice rising from inside the truck, bellowing shoot,shoot,SHOOT!!! I said to myself, "This is going to hurt." pulled BOTH triggers on the 470 NE simultaneously. The bull instantly flipped over onto his back bellowing loudly spine shot. Four and a half FEET from the front end of the Toyota!! Like I had been doing this all my life, I hopped off the rear end of the Toyota, walked over to him and quieted him instantly with 500 grains more. We all stood around for several minutes contemplating the "What if's" 2 dead Cape buffalo within 40 yards of each other. My first one died without a sound! The first Bull 39 1/2 inches and with nice drops, the other 38 inches. For me, everything I ever dreamed of and more. Next year Zimbabwe for tuskless! For me, it is the experience. It is VERY personal.