We advanced further inland , for about 10 more minutes . We did not need to do much searching . For there ... Right next to a tree , was a massive bull Moheesh . It completely dwarfed the 1 which E had shot ... and looked almost double as imposing and intimidating . It had to weigh at least a good 100 pounds more , than the 1 which E had shot . It was scratching the bark of a Neem tree , with the tips of it’s horns . Those horns could pass for Turkish Kilij sabers . They were so incredibly thick and curved ... That 1 could use them as meat hooks to suspend an entire hide of beef . We were about 60 yards away from the brute ... When we had seen it . H smiled . I knew that he had found his trophy .
Tobin instructed H to take aim at the brute’s shoulder . “ Take out his heart . “ Tobin said . H raised his BRNO ZKK 602 bolt rifle to his shoulder , and took careful aim at the upper right fore leg of the Moheesh . H held his breath , and pulled the trigger .
All HELL broke loose .
The 300 grain Remington solid metal covered bullet blew clean through the shoulder of the Moheesh , but instead of running off a few dozen yards and expiring ... The brute turned to charge at us , it’s head lowered in order to engage us with it’s horns .” Sahib ! “ I shouted . “ Shoot it again ! Do not stope shooting ! “. . H obediently and fearfully fired 5 more solid metal covered bullets in to the charging Moheesh ... Cycling the bolt with utmost proficiency . These were all frontal heart shots . How ever , the brute came on . By now , Tobin and I both began to panic . We instinctively snapped our armaments up to our shoulders ... And began blazing away , at the enraged Moheesh . How ever , 16 Bore spherical lead balls and 347 grain .423 caliber solid metal covered RWS bullets are pitiful remedies against an angry charging bovine ( Which clearly weighed in excess of 1900 pounds ) . E had also commenced shooting at the brute , with his BSA 8 x 50 mm Mannlicher caliber bolt rifle . I shot the brute 4 times ( Doing a quick re load after the 1st 2 shots ... Thanks to my habit of ALWAYS keeping 2 spare cartridges between my fingers , when ever guiding shikars for dangerous game animals ) . Tobin also gave the brute an entire magazine’s worth of bullets ( 4 shots ) . E had given the horned rascal , the contents of his entire magazine ( 5 shots ) ... As well . How ever , our combined fusillade of lead ... Felt like mosquito stings to the horned rascal . Finally , Tobin ( Out of despair ) yelled “ Run !!! “ .
We all took to our heels and made a bee line towards the shore ... With the charging Moheesh right behind us . As we were running , we caught sight of our coolies field dressing the Moheesh slain by E .Tobin and I yelled at the top of our lungs ... For them to get to the Nao , as fast as their feet could carry them . Initially the doddering imbeciles were confused , and thought that Tobin and I were shouting at them ... For damaging E’s trophy . How ever , they instantly wisened up ... Up on catching sight of the 1900 pound horned monster , which was ploughing right towards them .
And that was that .
The terrified coolies dropped all of their skinning implements and BOLTED towards the Nao . Tobin , E , H and I frantically followed suit . When we reached the Nao , we JUMPED on board ... And BEGGED Gaurav to get us as far away from the shore , as was humanly possible . Gaurav was desperately attempting row the Nao away , while all of us ( Tobin , myself , E & H ) hurriedly began to re load our weapons . It sounds extremely undignified , I know . Our quarry had COMPLETELY chased us , right out of our own shikar grounds . This was definitely NOT my proudest moment , as a professional shikaree . How ever , self preservation is a man’s 1st duty . And none of us wished to perish in the wet lands of Assam ... To the horns of a Moheesh , that day .
All of sudden ... The enraged brute RAMMED right in to the hull of the Nao , with it’s horns . And I know that what I am about to narrate next , sounds like an element of fiction . And I wish it was . How ever , it actually happened . The sheer force of the Moheesh , COMPLETELY tipped the flimsy Nao over . We were ALL in the water , desperately attempting to get away from the horned devil ... Like a bunch of terrified rats . I suddenly realized that Tobin and I were both standing DIRECTLY broad side to the Moheesh ... While it was attempting to gore Gaurav with it’s gigantic horns . I desperately raised my “ Old Belgian “ to my shoulder , while Tobin raised his Fabrique Nationale .423 Mauser to his shoulder . I gave the brute’s shoulder a swift left & right , with a brace of 16 Bore spherical ball bullets ... While Tobin fired off 4 quick shots in to the brute’s shoulder , as well . We heard a sickening snap , as the Moheesh finally went down . Both it’s shoulders had been broken , and now it could not move . How ever , it was still very much alive ... Albeit no longer a threat .
Tobin hurriedly yelled at H “ Shoot that son of a bitch , right under the eye ! “ . H desperately raised his .375 Holland & Holland magnum calibre BRNO ZKK 602 to his shoulder , took aim at the brute’s head and fired ... His point of aim being right under the brute’s eye . The 300 grain Remington solid metal covered round nosed bullet ploughed right through the horned rascal’s skull , and in to it’s brain .
It was finally over . We all breathed a sigh of relief . How ever , I immediately knew that we simply MUST conduct a post mortem on the slain brute . The results , I was certain ... Would be most intriguing .
The bovine who nearly sent all 8 of us to meet our maker . Photograph taken by Tobin Stakkatz .